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Nobody yearns like Satoru yearns.
I mean this in several ways. Satoru will long for something in a steadfast fashion. Unwavering, undeterred, if he loves, he loves to the point of loss. And after that loss, he will continue to love some more.
When I say nobody yearns like he does, I also mean it to say, you would never know. He would hide his adoration behind playful jokes and bold smiles. He would pretend, perhaps embarrassed by the intensity of his affection, that his care for you was nothing more than platonic.
He would tease you and make funny quips, badgering you about your day or something he found equally interesting, and once he would finally get you going, have you sharing little bits and pieces of yourself, he would really, truly, listen.
I believe many people would see Satoru as a poor listener, he had a habit of speaking over someone and thinking his opinion was gospel, but when it came to those he cared for, he wanted nothing more than to sit with them, listen and watch them talk.
"What?!" You would eventually have to say, incredulous.
His eyes would widen, but a grin would fill his face, "Whaat~~?" He would question, alarm bells shooting up his spine at being caught. He had been lost staring at you and now you were uncomfortable.
"You're being creepy! How come you're not saying anything?" You would point at him dramatically and wait for a response.
Satoru would sit up, sarcasm rearing to go, "Ahhhhh I see~" He would start leaning in, "You just like to hear me talk, huh?" Poking at your cheek, his hand was swatted away. "I don't blame you, my voice is verrrrrrry attractive."
A highly disturbed expression crossed your face, "What are you- Is that what all your lady friends tell you?"
Finally leaning back, he would feel his heart race, using it as a faux show of offense, his palm would feel every frantic beat. But he would keep his cool.
"Don't feel bad for recognizing it too, I'm irresistible, I know. Look at you, all flustered because I was looking in your direction." He would hide the growing blush in his ears by haughtily huffing his nose to the sky.
"I'm not!- Satoru!- You- Ugh!" You would swat at him again and he would let his infinity down to feel you.
"No need to feel embarrassed, I'm used to it!" He would lean back, grinning.
Yes, for better or worse, nobody yearns quite the way he does.
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sheâs always a woman | max verstappen
an: this fic is a special birthday fic for my lovely friend anto!! happy birthday love!! hope you enjoy your special day <3 also letâs just pretend that lewis wasnât battling max for the championship in 2021 instead itâs max and the reader
tw: jos mention and narcissistic mother
Max couldnât really remember why your friendship ended. He was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, when you had a bad race and needed some support, etc. He was always there so when you stopped talking to him, he was confused and hurt.
KARTING DAYS
At the time, the boys you raced against hated being beat by a girl. It was humiliating! A girl was faster than them? No way! But when Max Verstappen saw how fast you were, he was amazed. You made it look so easy.
âHow many trophies do you have now?â Seven year old Max asked you as you two shared a bag of gummy bears, your favorite snack.
âI havenât counted. What about you?â You questioned.
âI havenât counted either.â He replied.
It was a long day of practice and all Max wanted to do was spend time with you and eat gummy bears. He noticed how you only ate certain colors like red, blue, orange and yellow. He asked why only those colors and your response was that those colors were your favorites, all the other colors looked unappetizing.
Spending time with you was something Max loved about karting. Most of the boys you competed with would rather lose than hang out with a girl, but not Max. He liked being around you. And it seemed like you liked having Max around too so it made no sense to Max why you stopped talking to him.
As time went on, Jos Verstappen kept a close eye on you. He certainly didnât want some girl distracting his son. He kept telling Max how much of a bad influence you were, but of course Max didnât listen. Why would he? He liked you and you liked him.
Unlike Max, your motherâs words went to your head.
âHeâs just like the other boys, sweetheart. When you least expect it, heâs going to leave you heartbroken.â Your mother told you one day after another successful win. She watched the way Max stood next to you on the podium and clapped for you.
âBut heâs my friend.â You said lowly.
âWhat did I say about this sport? You are not here to make friends, they are not your friends and neither is he. Heâs competition and if you want to keep winning then you need to keep away from that boy!â
The next time Max saw you, he was the heartbroken one. Every time he kept trying to get your attention, you ignored him and turned the other way.
Did I do something wrong? Maybe I forgot her birthday? No, it was a month ago and we ate chocolate cake together.
All day Max was wondering what he did to make you upset. He had even brought a tiny bag with only red, blue, orange and yellow gummy bears for you. He had spent an hour picking out your favorite gummy bears and now you werenât talking to him. . .
Little Max Verstappen had his first heartbreak at the hands of his first love.
The next day he figured you would start talking to him, but it was like he didnât even exist in your world. He was starting to lose hope.
âGood, now you wonât have any distractions.â Jos told him after Max mentioned how you had stopped talking to him.
âBut she wasnât!â
âShe was.â Jos confirmed.
Max stayed quiet. He knew it was no use trying to argue with his father.
As you both grew up, Max was beside you at every podium even if you werenât on speaking terms. He hoped that maybe one day you would speak to him. He also kept a plastic bag in his bag with your favorite gummy bears to share with you in case that day ever came.
2021 SEASON
Max was both nervous and excited for the last few races of the season. Both you and him were battling for the championship. It was like a dream come true for him, both of you in Formula 1 and now youâre both in the championship picture. He wouldnât have it any other way. To Max, it wouldâve been better if you could at least acknowledge him.
It was after the Brazilian Grand Prix when Max wanted to congratulate you on your win, but had to wait until you finished with your interviews. He was eager to talk to you.
The post-race interviews were a whirlwind, but the moment that caught your attention was when a reporter, eager for a headline, asked you about Max Verstappen.
âWe've heard that you and Max were childhood friends. Whatâs the story there? You two seem to be fierce competitors now. Was there any friendship left between you, or is it all business these days?"
Your smile tightened. It was the last thing you wanted to discuss, but you were a professional, and you knew better than to let your personal life spill over into the press room. Your gaze flicked to the corner where Max was conducting his own interviews, but you quickly refocused on the question.
âMax and I... we were friends, sure," you said coolly, your voice steady but your tone sharp, almost as if you were trying to distance yourself from the memory. "But that was a long time ago. I donât really have time for friendships anymore. Racingâs my focus. It always has been."
âBut you were so close back then," the reporter pressed. "Is it hard to battle him for the title, given your history?"
You shrugged, trying to maintain your composure. "Racing's not about who you used to be friends with. Itâs about whoâs the best right now. And Iâm focused on being the best."
âSo, no hard feelings?" he asked, genuinely curious.
You didnât miss a beat. "No time for feelings," you replied, your lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Just results."
After finishing all your interviews, you walked back to your driverâs room. All you wanted was to lay down and take a much needed nap, but the sweet voice of a Dutchman stopped you. It had been years since you heard Max say your name.
Before you could say anything, Max stood up abruptly and walked toward you, his stride purposeful. He reached out, grabbing your arm with a firm grip, pulling you into your room without a word.
âLet go of me, Max," you whispered, but your voice cracked.
âNo," he said simply, his tone rough, but his eyes were softâsomething in them that you hadnât seen in years. "Iâm not letting you walk away again."
Your heart skipped a beat. His eyes searched yours, that fierce intensity you remembered from your childhood still present, though now mixed with something elseâpain, perhaps. The unspoken hurt you both carried for so long hung between you two.
âMax," you began, but he cut you off.
âWhy did you stop talking to me?" His voice was quieter now, but the question hung in the air, sharp and urgent. âEveryday i asked myself âdid I do something wrong? Did I say something that hurt her?â What is is? Why?â
Your throat tightened. You took a shaky breath, your eyes lowering to the floor. "You were my competition," you muttered. "And my mother⊠she made it clear. She said you would take everything from me. That I needed to stop talking to you or Iâd lose everything." Your chest constricted, and you felt a sudden wave of bitterness rise within you. "She said you were nothing more than a threat to my future, and I had to focusâfocus on winning.â It pained you to even remember all the talks your mother had with you about Max.
Max stared at you for a moment, taking in your words. The silence that followed was thick, the air between them charged with everything unspoken. Then, slowly, he stepped closer.
âI never wanted to take anything from you." His eyes were filled with a quiet sincerity that made your stomach twist. "I never asked for this. I never asked for us to be enemies."
Your breath hitched as a knot formed in your chest. You stepped back, your hands trembling. "But thatâs what she wanted. She wanted me to beat you, to prove I was better. To make sure you didnât have what I could have." Your voice cracked, the words tumbling out in a flood of emotion you had long kept hidden. "Iâ"
Your words faltered as you felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to fall. You tried to hold them back, but the weight of it allâthe pressure, the competition, the years of silenceâwas too much. You turned away, pressing your palms to your face, feeling the dam break inside you.
Max didnât hesitate. He stepped forward, his arms enveloping you in an instant. You stiffened at first, surprised by the warmth and steadiness of his embrace. For a moment, you couldnât breathe, couldn't think. But then, something inside you snapped, and you collapsed into him, your body shaking as the tears finally came.
Max didnât say anything. He didnât need to. He just held you, his hand gently rubbing your back, grounding you in the moment.
"Iâm sorry," you whispered between sobs. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â You kept repeating.
His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if offering you the comfort and understanding you had been denied for so long. "You didnât deserve any of that." You clung to him, unable to stop the flood of emotions that had been building for years.
Eventually, the tears slowed, and the sobs turned into shallow breaths. Max didnât let go. He stayed, a quiet anchor, as if he would hold you for as long as you needed.
When you finally pulled back, your eyes were swollen, your makeup smudged, but you felt something lighterâsomething like relief, like a door you hadnât realized was closed had finally opened.
âDoes your dad know youâre here?â You wiped away the tears.
âI donât really care about him right now,â Max responded. He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. âYou need me right now.â
âMax, I donât want you to get in trouble. You need to leave.â
âIâm a grown man. He canât tell me who I can and any talk to.â He said.
âThen . . . I donât care what my mother says either,â You declared. âYou know, she said we couldnât talk anymore because you were my competition. That I shouldnât get too close to you. She thought it would make me weak."
âYour mom never understood that... youâre not my competition. You never were. You were my best friend. And I . . . I miss that.â
âIâm not going anywhere, Max.â
QATAR
The camera lights flickered on, and the usual hum of the media circus surrounded Max Verstappen as he sat in front of the press. Another victory under his belt, but the atmosphere in the room felt different todayâslightly more tense than usual. The 2021 season was in full swing, and the rivalry between Max and his childhood best friend and fellow F1 driver, had become one of the most talked-about stories of the year.
âMax, earlier this week, someone that you knew quite well was quoted saying, âNo time for feelings, just results,â when talking about your past friendship. Given the intensity of your current rivalry, how do you feel about that statement?â
He took a breath and leaned forward, his voice steady but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of emotion.
âsheâs one of the most focused and driven people I know. I donât think anyone truly understands what itâs like to be in her headâhow much racing means to her. Sheâs an artist, in every sense of the word, when it comes to driving. She doesnât do anything halfway.â
A brief silence fell over the room. Max seemed to weigh his next words carefully.
âWeâve both been through a lot over the years, and yeah . . . I get why she said what she did. This sport can make you say things you donât always mean. It can make you choose thingsâlike cutting ties with people who used to be your family, just so you can win. But trust me, itâs not easy for her. Or for me.â
His voice softened slightly, the edge of competition giving way to something more genuineâsomething rooted in your shared history.
âSheâs not the kind of person to just forget about things or people. I know her better than anyone,â He continued. It was as if he could talk about you all day and never get bored. âAs for the championship, yeah, Itâs just the way it is. But that doesnât change the fact that I respect her more than anyone. Sheâs a hell of a driver, and I know what sheâs capable of.â
Max leaned back slightly, the cool exterior of the driver once again overtaking his emotions. He was a fighter. And this season, he wasnât just fighting for the title.
ABU DHABI
It had been weeks since your last conversation with Max, but occasionally you would sneak glances at each other. Maybe even smile at him, which caused the media to wonder if your friendship had finally been restored.
The paddock was bustling with the usual pre-race energyâteam members darting around, engineers checking telemetry, and drivers preparing for what would be a pivotal race. But Max Verstappen was not focused on the usual chaos. He was standing in front of your motorhome, his jaw clenched as he faced a woman who had been an obstacle in his life for far too long: you mother.
All he wanted to do before the race was to wish you good luck but he had one problem that came in the form of your mother.
âThis is a pivotal moment for her career, Max. The championship is on the line. She needs to focus.â Your mother spoke.
Maxâs eyes narrowed. âShe doesnât need you to tell her how to focus. Sheâs not a child anymore. Sheâs not your puppet.â
She smirked, her gaze calculating. âOh, I know exactly how to handle her. You, on the other hand, have always been a distraction. Just like you were when you were kids. I told her back then that you were competition. And look where we are nowâcompeting for the championship.â
Max took a step forward, his voice low but sharp. âYou donât get to control her anymore. She doesnât deserve the way you treated her. She never did. Sheâs not some tool for you to use to further your own agenda. Sheâs a person. A damn good one, too.â
Your mother raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smug grin. âAnd now you think you have feelings for her? After all these years? Youâre wasting your time, Max.
Maxâs chest tightened, a sudden rush of frustration coursing through him. He had always felt something for youâsomething deep and complicatedâbut he hadnât realized how much until he saw you again. How could he not? The way you made him laugh, the way you understood him in a way no one else did. The way your presence grounded him when the world felt chaotic.
âIâm not wasting my time,â Max snapped, his voice rising. He was no longer just angry; there was something more vulnerable beneath his words. âI... I care about her. More than youâll ever understand. And Iâm not going to just stand by and watch you tear her down again.â
Her eyes widened, the smugness on her face faltering for just a moment. She hadnât expected that. But she quickly recovered, her icy demeanor back in place. âYou think you can just waltz in and change everything, Max? You think sheâs going to forget the way Iâve always looked out for her?â
Maxâs pulse was racing now. âYouâve never looked out for her. Youâve held her back. Youâve made her feel like she couldnât trust herself. Do you know how many times sheâs questioned her worth because of you?â
Before your mother could reply, Max spoke again. âIf you think for a second that Iâm going to back off now, youâre wrong.â
Your mother glared at the Dutchman. âIâve spent years in Formula 1, fighting for every ounce of respect, and now Iâm fighting for her, too. And Iâm not letting anyoneâleast of all youâtell me what I can or canât feel about her.â
His words hung in the air between them, the weight of them settling in. He turned to leave, but paused at the door of your motorhome, looking back one last time.
âTell her,â Max said, softer now, âTell her Iâll be waiting at the finish line. Iâll always be waiting.â
Maybe your mother would pass on the message, maybe not. Either way, Max would still be waiting for you.
The roar of the crowd still echoes in the distance, but itâs muffled, almost surreal, as you stand behind the barriers, your helmet under your arm, heart still racing from the intensity of the race. The buzz of the paddock feels far away, and your body is heavy with exhaustion and disappointment. You finished secondâclose, but not close enough. Max had done it. Heâd won the championship, after all the drama and all the battles that had led them to this final, decisive moment.
You lift your eyes and see him, standing by his car. Max, in his usual composed way, looking like he belongs there, like he's always belonged there, standing among the team and the media, all his focus, all his attention fixed on you. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips when he spots you, but itâs the way heâs standing, waiting, that hits you. Like he said he would.
You hesitate for a moment, thinking about your motherâs words, about everything that has always been said about Maxâhis arrogance, his rivalry, the fact that heâs always been competition. But this, here, this feels like something different. Heâs not the enemy anymore. At least, not in the way they used to think of each other.
You take a breath, and then, almost instinctively, you walk toward him. As you step closer, you hear the whisper of her motherâs voice in the back of your mind, a warning youâve heard so many times before. Stay focused. Donât let him distract you. Heâs your competition, not your friend.
But your steps donât falter. You reach him, and when you do, you look up at him, your gaze soft, not the hardened competitive stare it once was. Maxâs grin deepens, though itâs filled with something almost bittersweet.
âI heard you were waiting for me,â You said, the words slipping out before you can stop them. Your voice is steady, but thereâs a touch of vulnerability in it, something you canât quite mask.
Maxâs eyes soften, and for a moment, it feels like time pauses. He looks at you as if heâs not seeing the driver, the fierce competitor, but the girl he used to knowâthe one he used to race against in karting, the one who once shared the same dream, the one who still, in some ways, understands him better than anyone else.
âI told you I would,â he replies quietly, his voice low and calm. âI wasnât going anywhere.â
Your mind flashes back to the words he said to your mother, the promise he madeâIâll always be waiting.
âYou won. Congratulations.â
Maxâs expression doesnât change, but thereâs a certain warmth in the way he looks at you, a quiet understanding that goes beyond just racing. He takes a step closer, his voice a little softer now. âYouâre better than you think. I have a feeling youâll take it away from me next year.â
You shake your head, but thereâs no bitterness in your gesture. âNext year,â you repeat. Your fingers press the edge of your helmet tighter, almost like youâre grounding herself in this moment. But thereâs something else tooâa sense of peace you havenât felt in a long time. âMaybe. But Iâm just glad youâre here.â
Maxâs smile is genuine now. âIâll always be here. Waiting for you to finally beat me.â
You laughâa real laugh this time, one thatâs not forced. âMaybe Iâll take you up on that one day,â you say, your voice a little lighter. âYou should go with your team, Iâm sure theyâre waiting to drown you in champagne.â
Max chuckles, then steps forward. For a moment, itâs just the two of you, standing in the midst of the chaos, everything else fading into the background. You breathe in, realizing just how much thisâthis momentâmatters more than the championship itself.
âSo, Max, youâve just won the title, but thereâs a lot of talk about your competitor. Sheâs been called âtoo emotionalâ in the past by some. Whatâs your take on how she handled this title fight?â
Max turns towards the reporter, a protective energy surging in him. He absolutely hated doing interviews, all he wanted to do was get back to you. âWell, for one, I think anyone who says sheâs âtoo emotionalâ is clearly not paying attention. Sheâs one of the most focused drivers out there. Honestly, anyone who thinks you can compete in this sport at the level weâve been at, especially in the last few races, without being deeply passionateâwell, they donât understand what it takes.â He glances over at you, whoâs trying to hide a smile while also looking frustrated with the question.
While you were a few feet away from him doing your own interview, you could hear Max. You tried hard to listen to the interview questions, but all you wanted to do was listen to what Max had to say.
âisnât it a bit too much? The way she gets in her own head. Sheâs beenâwell, letâs just say, a bit of a perfectionist this season.â
Max shook his head, chuckling at the reporters words. âBut, you know, thatâs exactly why sheâll be winning a championship someday soon. I have no doubt about it, but Iâm excited for the day she takes my championship away.â
Max could hear you burst into laughter at his words. His smile grew ten times bigger. âSeriously, though, sheâs one of the most talented drivers Iâve ever known. sheâll steal the show when you least expect it. And maybe sheâs a little bit hard to understand at times, but thatâs exactly what makes her great.â
The reporter nodded. âAre you saying sheâs like, uh, the Billy Joel song?â He asked confused.
Max grinned, clearly amused by the confusion. âSheâs always a woman to me. Maybe Iâm not the best person to explain it, but you get the idea.â
You chuckled once again as you heard Max. He really had a way with words.
âAnd one day, Iâll be watching her take the title with the same respect I have for her right now.â
Thatâs when you decide to step in after finishing your interview. âMaybe, Max. But for now, I think I'll let you have your moment. Youâve earned it.â
âWe both did. I owe it all to you.â
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CRAVE | Joel Miller
SUMMARY: thereâs only one thing that joel craves, and it isnât the mental fucking torture of an overly stubborn twenty-something teasing him âtil heâs blue in the face. and balls.
PAIRING: dbf!joel miller x afab!reader. legal unspecified age gap.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. alcohol consumption. pervy old man joel. readerâs dad (iâve named him sorrrry) is there before joel gets pervy. some religious themes and also descriptions of religion in a negative light (this is MY experience with christianity, if you do not agree then please donât read), no explicit smut but descriptions of what joel wants to do to youuuu so: mentions of piv, cock-riding, oral f!receiving, choking if you squint, dirty talk asf, joel being cocky which leads to his cock being sad and alone. reader is cunty. not proof-read âcus, once again, iâm a lazy bitch and i donât have time for that. enjoy. đ«¶đ»
An end to craving is an end to suffering.
Todayâs last stream of sunlight fulgurates through the branches of your fatherâs prized Texas Ash, hitting perfectly the dime-sized crucifix situated comfortably between two pert tits sheathed in sheer black cotton.
Joel tries not to stare, but itâs impossible. Heâs been watching you all fucking night. Every time you get up, heâs been glued to your ass. Whenever you lean over, Joel canât seem to pry his eyes away from your cleavage. The more heâs been drinking, the more brazen heâs been with his stolen glances.
When your father rambles about some work-related spielâand youâre sitting so innocently across the wayâhe canât help affixing his eyes to the swell of your breasts. Wondering what itâd be like to touch, and grope, and suck on them.
Your mother was right about him. For all of the years that she knew Joel while your parents were together, sheâd always say that he was trouble. A good-for-nothing, splenetic, perverted old-man who was but a bad influence. And you never noticed, never cared. You always thought that he was a great friend, and a stand-up guy.
Until today. Until you saw him scrutinizing your formâin front of your dadâyou had a lot more respect for Joel. But now you realize that your mother was right. He is a perv. Butâfuckâdo you love that.
Youâre not sure what you enjoy moreâdisrespecting your insane Catholic mother, or knowing that Joel is undressing you with his eyesâbut you canât help yourself feeding into his fantasy.
âDaddy?â Your father hums, not entirely bothered by the fact that youâve just interrupted his conversation. He smiles. âDo you want another beer?â
âPlease, hon.â He hands you his empty bottle, mumbling something about how he was going to get himself one and that you donât need to. But you insist.
The blanket over your thighs is being discarded, hiking your dress up with it. Joel gets a glimpse of your lace panties that he likes to imagine you wore just for him, and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Bare, supple skin is on display as you get up from the deck chair. You turn to him with a prurient twinkle in your eye, and ask if he wants a drink too. âYeah, another wonât hurt. Iâm already prettyââ he hiccups, âpretty far gone, anyway.â
Dad laughs while you saunter to the cooler and make a big show of bending over, completely unaware of the way Joel is trying to conjure up a plan to get you alone tonight. But thenâŠ
âSame âere, bud.â He laughs before heâs nodding toward Joel. âStay the night, if âya wanna. I mean, youâre in no fit state to driveânone of us areâand I got a spare bedroom.â
His nose scrunches up, as if to decline, before youâre turning around with two unopened beers and a small bottle of wine. Your hand wraps around the neck almost romantically, leaving very little to his imagination.
âYeah, you might as well stay, Miller.â You put down the beers on the table, still holding firmly the Merlot. âIâm stayinâ. I got nowhere to be in the morninâ, and dad bought breakfast stuff.â
Two brown eyes are latched to each of yours, and you feel beads of perspiration roll through the valley of your breasts. Despite the evening cooling down, youâre stifling beneath his unyielding gaze.
âAlright, Iâll stay.â Joel concedes. He takes his can and cracks it open, lifting it up to cheers your father. âSâlong as youâre makinâ me breakfast, Gary.â
Dad salutes and you smile, sinking into the purple cushion with a satisfied hum. You ogle Joel, biting fiercely the skin of your bottom lip. And it doesnât go unnoticed.
Joel swigs his beerâletting your dad drunkenly rambleâand doesnât take his eyes off of you. Wondering how heâs going to make you pay for torturing him like this.
But this hadnât been your intention when Joel showed up to watch the Cowboys v Browns game this afternoon. In fact, him staying past nine oâclock was completely unintentional and if it werenât for your dad pumping him full of Coors and Old Milwaukee, heâd be fast asleep at this very moment.
He supposes that he doesnât mind, being here. Especially because heâs buzzedâstill able to speak and think coherently, which is surprisingâand gets to spend some rare time with you. Even if it is with your dad.
You watch them converseâthe way that friends doâadmiring how patient Joel is with him despite him being a little bit too inebriated for his own good. Heâs the kind of friend that your old man needs; understanding, forbearing. And it baffles you that theyâve not known one another for longer than seven years, but surmise that theyâd definitely be best friends in every other timeline because they just work so well.
But itâs the thought of them being friendsâbrothersâthat urges feelings of unease. Trepidation. Garyâll have a cow if he finds out the way that his so called buddy has been making googly eyes at his little girlâs titties for the last eight hours.
Joel senses the shift in attitudeâyouâre not teasing him nowâand turns the topic of conversation to you. Dad doesnât mind, though. Never minds talking toâor aboutâhis kid.
âWhat made you stay in with us oldies tonight, huh?â
Wine is being swiveled around the glass before you take it back in one swig. A grimace flits over your features, but they both catch it.
âDidnât feel like hittinâ the bars.â Candidly, you say. Itâs refreshing. âCanât be dealinâ with pervy old men tryna touch me.â
Less refreshing.
Joelâs blood runs cold, and you smirk. He swallows thickly the liquid acrimony bubbling from the chasms of his throat. He wants to screw that stupid grin off of your faceâstuff his cock straight between those plush lips and throat fuck you âtil youâre crying and gasping for air.
He just nods instead of saying anything.
âIâll kill anyone that touches you.â Dad says, not sensing Joelâs sudden frigid state. âSeriously. âSpecially if itâs an old fuckinâ degenerate assholeââ
âAlright, Gary.â You halt the hate train, pouring the last few dregs of wine into your glass. âNo need to get all protective. No old coot is cominâ anywhere near me.â
You look directly at Joel when you say; âold men canât do what guys my age can, anyway.â
Dad grimaces. Joel scoffs. You canât help smiling, feeling very proud of yourself.
âYâknow, youâre still my kid? And hearing this shit is nasty.â Your father tells you around a burp, and realizes that this might be the time to call it a night.
Heâs never been able to handle his alcohol, especially after being married to your psychotic beer-loathing, hymn-signing, prayer-group-leading, holier-than-though moronic fucking mother.
He lets himself get too drunk too fast, now. Ever since she went back to Kansasâwhich was totally code for I fucked the priest and got extradited from the churchâheâs really let his hair down, and youâd be lying if you said this version of your old man wasnât the very best. Because heâs living his life the way that he wants to, now.
Itâs nice.
âIt might be nasty, but âleast you donât have to worry about me bringing home a man your age. Or even worse; older.â
Gary gets to his feetâknees clicking and cracking as he does soâand nods. ââSpose thatâs true, kid.â
Joel. Is. So. Fucking. Pissed.
As you say your goodnightsâand put on a few lights so that your dad doesnât trip over his own feetâJoel is mentally counting down the minutes until he gets you alone on this damn patio. Heâs determined to make you regret the few little comments that youâve made tonight.
âDonât stay up too late. Yâknow how cranky âya get with no sleep.â Dad reminds you. âYou too, Miller.â
You hum your response, lifting your empty glass and indicating that youâll be retiring to your room soon, too.
âNight dad.â
âNight, pumpkin.â He turns to Joel. âMake sure she ainât up too late.â
He nods and shifts his gaze to you, eyes darkening. âYessir. Iâll put her to sleep.â
Your father grunts and slides the patio door to close. Leaving his daughter and best friend alone together might be the biggest mistake that heâs ever going to make.
Joel watches him intently behind the glass door, heeding him stumble across the tile. He might be about to rearrange your guts, but he at least wants to be courteous.
Your legs squeeze together, for the only sound you hear is the reverberation of Joelâs Iâll put her to sleep in that sexy, beer-slick tone.
He sees it.
âShe makinâ âya squirm?â
You blink at him. âI beg your pardon?â
âYour pussy.â Joelâas candid as everâelaborates. âIs she flutterinâ âcus âa me?â
The fallout of a chemical bomb would be much more appealing than having to look Joel in the eye after such a lewd statement.
âDonât worry if so. I have that effect on the ladies.â
âMakinâ yourself sound like a slut, Miller.â Coolly, you respond. Your hand is reaching for a can of beer, twining fingertips around the base while another pulls the tab.
Two eyes screw shut when a spritz of alcohol is flushing over your face, neck and chest. Droplets of Bud trickle between those perfect tits that Joelâs eyes have almost burned fucking holes into; forcing even the horniest man on planet earth to render himself utterly speechless.
You trail a finger through the valley of your breasts, collecting the sticky liquid before youâre putting it straight into your mouth; sucking it clean. Your eyes are locked on Joelâs.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
Slowly, he shakes his head. The sight before him is truly one to behold; his friendâs sweet daughter with her fingers between her tits out in the patio. Nobodyâd ever believe him if he told them this. Joel probably wouldnât even fucking believe himself.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât âya?â Is what he says in response. Heâs quick witted, youâll give him that. âMy tongue stuck in your pretty little pussyââ
Heat flashes over you.
âYouâre fucking vile.â
âAinât that the way itâs meantâa be?â He lurches forward, and your eyes travel to the small opening of his shirtâs midsection that highlights perfectly the fact that he hasnât a base layer beneath the flannel.
You see a small patch of hair; brown, and gray and seems a little fuzzy. Itâs a sudden reminder that this man is a smidge too old for you. But you canât find it in yourself to care very much.
âDonât think so.â Trying to out-douche him, you respond. Joelâs thick fingers are twined together, hands resting over the peaks of his knees. âThink youre meantâa have some kinda respect for me. Yâknow, as my dadâs buddy, ân all.â
Joel snorts a laugh.
âIâd have respect for âya, but the way that peachy fuckinâ ass was in the air when âya bent over the cooler tells me that daddyâs âlil girl is more of a slut than me.â
Your jaw rolls. Reaction: gauged.
He inches nearer to you; slimy grin plastered across rough, rugged features. âOnly pullinâ your leg, hon. I know youâre no slut. Too much of a prissy bitchââ
âOh, really?â Irked, you spit.
Joel nods. Pushing at your buttons has never been much of a difficult feat. Itâs something that he quite enjoys, actually.
âMhm, yeah.â The man is leaning backwards in his chair, now. Arms folded behind his head; hands pressed against his dark curls. âGonna have to prove that you ainât like your mama.â
Your blood boils. And then it runs cold.
âDonât gotta prove shit to you.â You defend. Very defensively.
âNo, thatâs right. Donât gotta do nothinâ, kiddo.â
You see the outline of his dick as it stiffens within the confines of his dark, navy-denim jeans. Heâs actually getting off on this.
âUnless you want toââ
âNah, Iâm good.â Youâre leaning back, now, lifting your legs to sit criss cross applesauce. The barely-covering-your-crotch sheer fabric of your thong catches his eye; a glint of something wicked flickers through them as he clears his throat.
If youâre playing the long game, then so is he. He can out-stubborn anybody.
âSo Iâve heard.â He jabs, insinuating that youâre a prude. Again. âCan prove âem all wrong, if âya wanna.â
Itâs killing him, this. Itâs torture. But heâs strong. Ish.
You shake your head, reaching for your almost-empty can of beer. Youâre taking another long pull, making a dramatic show of tilting your head back and puffing out your chest as you do so. His lips purse.
âIâm good.â You tell him again with a syrupy smile. âRather we just talk. Yâknowâbe civilized, ân all.â
His arms are moving to the sides of his deck chair, now. Joelâs tongue runs along his bottom lip. He gives a quick bob of his head.
âYeah, we can talk.â His eyes zone in on your pussy; the engorged wet patch situated on the part of fabric that kind-of clothes your cunt. His mouth waters. âBut whatâll we talk about, baby girl?â
Another surge of pleasure oozes out from between your thighs, turning what was once a purple thong into a jet-black one. Joel doesnât mind, though. The sight is sweet; itâs prurient, in some sick way.
âHm.â You pretend to think, all the while spreading your legs a little bit more. He sees perfectly the outline of your folds as fabric hugs and highlights the inner workings of your beautiful anatomy. âWhy donât we start with what youâre thinkinâ about, Mr. Miller?â
A weakness of his, that is. You referring to him as Mr. Miller has always gotten him hot. Itâs innocent, almost. Itâs like thatâd been engrained into your brain by the god-fearing fruit-loop that brought you up, and you canât quit saying it in these situations.
âOh, doll. Not sure youâll wanna hear what Iâm thinkinâ of.â His tone is rough, now. Like 180 grit sandpaper against the wooden walls inside of your fucking brain. You hum.
Mentally, Joelâs cock is spearing open the tight hole between your legs; making you scream his name. Heâs thrusting his prick up into your cervix while you ride him like heâs the last cowboy on earth, desperate to feel a kind of pleasure that no man your age could ever bestow upon you.
In his head, heâs picturing your crucifix dangling in his face while youâre pleasuring yourself on his length; glistening with sweat, and cum, and Sierra Nevada. Howling at his girth, speechless at the size of him.
He wants nothing more than to wrap a hand around the base of your throat and fuck you into next week; feeling damp walls contract and seize around his cockâ
âNo.â You snap him back to reality; halting his train of thought. âNo, you can tell me. Iâm a big girl, I can take it.â
Oh, Iâm fuckinâ sure she can.
âFine.â He clears his throat. âJust thinkinâ of stufinâ that warm âlil cunt with my big âol cock, âsâall.â
âOh, is that all?â Your tone is teasing.
Joel does not like to be teased.
âIf youâd shut your fuckinâ mouth, Iâd be able to finish.â
In a moment of pure, unapologetic submission, you nod. The skin of your bottom lip is getting fucking gnawed at by your teeth in an attempt to conceal a moan.
It works. Kind of.
âWhat was I sayinââŠâ He strives to recall his last few words; and then he remembers. âOh, yeah. Stretchinâ out that cute pussy âa yours.â
That cute pussy âa yours, is twitching. Fuck that, itâs pulsating.
âAnd youâre so sure of that? You being able to stretch me out, I mean.â
âDead sure, angel face.â He quips. âI know for a damn fact that youâd be havinâ trouble takinâ my fat cock all in one go; be cryinâ for everyone to hear.â
Through long, thick lashes, you stare at him.
âYouâd be seeinâ stars; and not just the ones above us right now.â
You look up to the sky and hope to alleviate some of the mental pain being bestowed upon you right now. Which is entirely your own doing, of course.
Joel shifts in his seat so that heâs a little bit more sunken, able to heed clearly the sickly sweetness blanketing the chair youâre on.
âIâll eat your pussy, too.â
Your attention is snapped back down to Joel, now. Your brows raise.
âSuck your soul right out from between your legs.â
âOh, Joel.â You moan, a little. He lets his eyes shut for a brief moment, only to open them again to find you taking off your panties.
Itâs like Christmas fucking day, this.
âIâd love for you to take me right here; fill me up on one âa the sunloungers.â Youâre getting off your chair, and Joelâs heart is starting to pound within the chasms of his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Youâre walking toward him; thong in hand. Fingers wreathed through soaked purple cotton.
âCanât think of anything thatâll bring me more pleasure than you fuckinâ me âtil Iâm crying. Or gasping for air.â
âYou ân me both, beautiful.â
You smile. You give Joel your underwear, before youâre running your fingers through his hair and heâs letting a hand glide up the meat of your thigh and beneath your skirt.
âJust a shame, ainât it.â
âWhatâs a shame, sugar?â
The feeling of his fingertipsâcalloused and covered in rough skinâis almost orgasmic. But youâre stronger than what he is. So you pull yourself away from his hold, and begin to feel an unwavering sense of need. You shirk it, though.
Youâre leaning into him now, breasts pressed against his shoulder, lips touching the shell of his ear. Goosebumps prickle over his neck and you assume that theyâre making their way down south, too.
âHuh?â He says to get your attention, for you still havenât answered. âWhatâs a shame?â
Fingertips trace over broad shoulders enveloped in soft, warm flannel. Youâre leaning closer; hot breath on his skin. Your lips part to whisper:
âIf daddy ever found out about this, heâd kill âya.â
âBabyââ
Youâre taking the panties from his hand, and tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt. Fighting a blushâfeeling very proud of yourselfâyour face remains straight.
You tap at his chest and walk away, but not before throwing a ânight, Millerâ over your shoulder.
Joel looks down at the ground, presently wallowing in some sort of self-pity. But then remembers the visible effect that his words hadâand the way he looked atâyou, and he canât fight the stupid fucking grin pushing its way onto his face.
He mightâve just experienced blue-balls at his big age, but to see you submit to his gaze was absolutely worth it.
He just hopes youâll never tell a soul about his dirty-talk. He has a reputation to uphold, these days.
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She tastes so sweet.
Pitfighter!vi going down on you for the first time and becoming addicted.
warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, bathroom sex, hook ups, clubs, alcohol, kissing, marking, service top!vi, reader has no confirmed gender but they're wearing a dress in this for the scenario reasons, vi is quiet a fuckboy, oral sex (reader receiving)
Vi has always had her fair sure of fun over the years, she wasn't new to this, after she wins a match she just really wants to fuck someone.
She goes to a club where she'll know exactly who to find, she's scanning the room where her eyes land on you, who happen to be dancing with their friends, enjoying yourself as you look so pretty.
Vi smirks.
That's the one.
You just looked so nice in that dress you were wearing, she just wanted to rip it off and see whats underneath, your smile is enough to make anyone swoon, she wonders if you even know those that eye you in the dark from afar when you aren't watching.
The loud music blasts in her ears as she takes a sip of her beer, everything was loud, but she liked it, she needed it.
She felt good and she wanted to make someone else feel good.
It's not the first time she's seen you around, she's spotted you before, she's just been watching you, keeping her eye on you, making sure you're okay, while your friends get shit faced drunk, you don't seem like the type to get drunk easily, maybe a little tipsy, but that happens with everyone after a few cups.
When she sees your friend whisper something in your ear she knew she was going to leave you alone, she didn't like that, not when she spotted a guy checking you out, was she doing the same thing? Yes, but that guy had red flags all over him, he was bad news.
Vi didn't trust him.
As soon as you were left alone, seemingly in your own world, enjoying the music, the guy makes his way to you, taking advantage of it. Immediately, vi places her drink back down as she walks through the crowd of drunk people.
Before the guy could even say anything to you, she grabbed a drink already and purposely bumped into him, spilling it all over him, he swore under his breath.
"damn, you should probably go clean that up" Vi said, staring him down, he should know vi wasn't playing around with you and he scoffed, cursing more as he stormed off.
Then there was you, still oblivious to the whole thing.
She taps you on the shoulder, causing you to jump slightly as you turned around, probably expecting your friend.
"hi?" You slurred, she smiled, thinking it was cute. "Have you seen Hannah? Is she back yet?" You ask.
Vi shakes her head, "sorry, dunno Hannah is."
"fuckin' bitch probably left me with some dick" you groaned in annoyance, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"I could accompany you, if you want", vi offered, she wanted to be smooth about this, not being to obvious that she wanted to get in your pants, but the way you raised your eyebrows at her and checked her out, your eyes roaming her entire body which made her heart flutter, she knew what you wanted.
Before she knows it, she's pushing you against the wall of the bathroom that smells like shit but she couldn't care less, all she focused on was the taste of your lips and how soft they felt against hers. She heard you chuckle, as she pushed your dress up, you held it up for her as she kissed her way down, leaving her marks, enjoying the way you squirmed for her and moaned, fuck, she needed you.
She places her fingers inside your panties to tease you, she moans at how wet you already were, you let out a moan as she dipped her finger easily inside your wet folds, you felt so good, she pumped her finger in and out of you slowly at first, you were a whining mess, your hands gripping her shoulders.
She watched you in awe, as she felt you clench around her, it was making her dizzy, she's never fucked someone this wet before, well, not in a long time.
She pulls her fingers out hearing you whine, she doesn't say anything but grins, bending down on her knees as she kisses down your stomach, just above your waist, you body was begging for it and so was you, she loved the way noises you made, it drove her insane.
Once she pulled off your underwear fully, it was soaked, she moaned at the sight of your pussy, how pretty it looked, how much it needed her. Her own core throbbed, as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to it as she licks up your slit, hearing you moan louder and grip her hair harder, she smirks.
Vi dips her tongue in between your folds, twirling it around and making you squeal and squirm, she was showing just how fucking good she was with her mouth and she wanted to make you come on her tongue. She knew you were close with how she purposely didn't let you come before on her fingers, she wanted to taste you instead, and my god, you taste wonderful.
She couldn't get enough.
She keeps going, her hands on your thighs to hold them up as she watches you, your head against the wall, your eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling as she can't help but feel cocky about it.
Her tongue goes to tease circles at your clit, you whined, pushing your face into her, you looked so pretty like this, looking like a complete mess, moaning and whining for her while she eats you out.
She knows how much you like it too.
Your grip gets tighter as she knows you're close, she just wanted to relish in this feeling, she finally got you where she always wanted. She couldn't help but feel more smug, knowing how easy she can make you cum, make you a crying mess for her, she's obsessed, really. She wants more. She pushes her tongue into you, hearing you gasp as she fucks you with her tongue, moaning at the taste, you whimper above her, riding her face as she's in heaven.
She watches you come with a cry of her name, not even caring how loud you are in the moment, she loves it, she loves every bit of it, she leans away, licking her lips as you stared at her in a daze with a smile, your hand still in her hair.
"you wanna come to mine, sweetheart?" She asks, you've never agreed to something so fast in your life.
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as someone who 1. had the books read to her as a child 2. loved them 3.went to the book release parties 4. went to the movies release day 5. cosplayed ficced and fanarted 6. made friends through the fandom I get it.
I get that it's a fun world to play in and you have an attachment to the characters and the flaws of the writing were about on par for a lot of kids fiction at the time even with much better stuff out there it was a unique major pop cultural moment and the fandom did change lives and create friendships. I would never argue that it always being bad means anyone should feel guilty for enjoying it cause that's not how art works. things with bad qualities by bad people can still be influential and their popularity can sill come from a sincere place.
and even with all that, I accepted that I have spent a lot of time and money on the franchise in the past but she soured the idea of continuing to engage with it. I can hold my nostalgia and experiences close to my heart and still chose to disengage from fandom and new content.
I'm just SAYING that this author has done and continues to do real harm in the mainstreaming of her transphobia, and even if you don't conceded that fandom that doesn't line her pockets still keeps HP in a place of pop cultural relevance that supports her financially, I am begging you not to even hate watch this now you know she is involved. do not discuss it unless you are telling uninformed general fans about why she is harmful. let it flop.
"read another book" glosses over the actual phenomenon of how this fandom was experienced. It was so pervasive in a way that has not been replicated. but I am asking you to think about if you want to continue to tie your positive experiences to the words and actions of a bigot who campaigns and donates towards harm and amplifies the voices of extremists. I am asking you to accept that it was something you enjoyed but that you can't recapture that feeling by sitting on this rotting corpse of a fandom. I encourage you to take your friends with you and make whatever you get into contain that same spark of creativity and collaboration the HP fandom gave you be creating it yourselves.
Even Daniel Radcliffe has made clear his support for trans people and said of Rowling "-nothing in my life would have probably happened the way it is without that person. But that doesnât mean that you owe the things you truly believe to someone else for your entire life.â
you don't have to throw out your merch and denounce HP in the public square, you just have to stop spending money and attention. it's the lack of action that is the bare minimum. it's so easy.
since much of her political news rantings are based in the UK i will just link a relevant charity and encourage anyone inclined to donate
https://mermaidsuk.org.uk/
Welp, if JK Rowling being executive producer and therefore being fully involved in the show wasn't enough for people to boycott, then here's HBO basically saying they don't care JK Rowling is a bigot from hell who literally helped lead a harassment campaign of lies against Imane Khalif in her transphobia and obsession with women being terf's standards of women alongside posting harassment against trans people on twitter at times, they gonna stand by her, while using the excuse, "personal views". Hmm, yes, personal views- that's one way to uh, call what the fuck JK Rowling comes out with a-lot- last I checked personal views do come with consquiences if said out loud....a thousand times in JK's case and still counting....especially if they hurt people, but hey, if it means making another Harry Potter project to milk, just let it fucking be I guess.
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going to a cafe with the jujutsu kaisen men a/n: (based on irl experience with a wide variety of subpar men) đ gojo's order being my order...aurkay!
gojo â def the type to walk in and push his sunglasses down to check out the place. his order def goes something like a venti caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla and two pumps of hazelnut, and a little caramel swirl at the top. smiles and is friendly to all the baristas, he's never rude to workers. tells the barista is gojo, with an o. whoever's unfortunate enough to be stuck next to him is doomed to hear him wax poetic about how coffee beans are the soul of the earth, and its 'really deep, you wouldn't get it lol'. if you order a black coffee, he'll ask if everything is okay at home. can't leave the cafe without ordering a $8.00 sweet treat and then wondering why all his purchases are adding up
geto â walks in as if he's a regular and tells the barista that he'll have his 'regular'. the barista has never seen him before. probably orders a flat white, double shot of espresso, no foam. he always says he doesn't have to pretend to like foam because he's chill like that. he'll ask for the wifi password, but only so he can show off how good he is at working in a cafe, but his ass is on coolmathsgames. will nod and pretend to care about whatever you're saying but he's still thinking about coolmathsgames. will also drop random metaphors like 'life is just like coffee. you either take it strong or with sugar.' you tell him to save the bad metaphors for his cult.
nanami â doesn't wander or hesitate when he enters the cafe. checks his watch every five minute. orders a black coffe, medium, and adds one packet of sugar. he's pretty good at ordering what he wants efficiently, and it leaves even the barista worried. he's here to relax so don't ask him any unnecessary question because this man needs a break. actually enjoys eavesdropping on people's conversations, and ends up tilting his angle to snoop on gossip better. avoids small talk like its another curse. you can't really make him react too much in a cafe, unless you spill coffee on his freshly pressed suit. will be passive aggressive and suggest that the cafe chooses better music. likes a good, dependable pastry. apple danishes are a favourite.
sukuna â prefers tea, without debate. but still orders relatively normal things. likes a good latte with chocolate syrup. but the king of curses kinda has to look cool, so he powers his way through a black coffee, with no sugar or milk. you swear his eyes are tearing up as he pretends to like it. after every sip of coffee, he sighs really loudly and it gets a bit annoying. even after you ask what's wrong, he says its nothing and continues to sigh loudly. nanami may be the one who eavesdrops, but sukuna is the one who interferes. will turn around in his chair to give unsolicited advice, but he genuinely thinks he's being helpful by telling schoolgirls to buy cleavers to chop their friends' hands off. is mildly offended when they move tables and give him weird looks. passes loud comments on other people and tells couples when he thinks they will breakup. attempts to connect to the wifi three times before threatening to burn the router.
toji â the barista asks if he wants a pastry with his drink and he asks 'do i look like the type of man to eat a muffin?' but if they're free, he'll take two. sits with his back to the wall like he's in a mob movie. god help anyone who sits too close to him, he really just doesn't trust anyone in his personal space. doesn't even acknowledge the existence of others until he's had at least three sips of his coffee. you could tell him his house is on fire, and heâd just mutter that he can't do anything about it now. types the wifi password on his phone with one finger like a caveman. tells parents to 'control their spawn' but entertains kids with coin tricks when no-one is looking. sometimes struggles to fit the lid on his go-to cup, and refuses to asks for help. wrestles with it for five minutes, getting increasingly annoyed before rushing out the door.
choso (this one is dedicated to pookie @creamflix) â frowns at the menu like it's written in an ancient language, like wtf is affogato. if someone behinds him coughs, he scolds them and says he's going as fast as he cans. spends 10 minutes deciding and then panics at the last second, tells the barista to give him whatever. if the barista asks any follow up questions (like milk preferences) he genuinely short circuits, "what kinds of milk are there?" he's genuinely baffled that there are options beyond 'cow.' he'll point at a pastry and ask what's in it. the barista explains and he replies with 'okay i trust you.' always ends up picking a wobbly table by accident and spends 15 minutes trying to fix it with folded napkins. if someone asks to share his table, he'll look like they just asked for his kidneys. if someone asks for his opinion on his pastry, its always a dumbass cryptic answer like 'its interesting.' uses his phone on full brightness and everyone can see him look up 'how to pronounce cafe au lait.' cleans up after himself because he's nice like that. if the staff get his order wrong, he never says anything even if it tastes like dirt.
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#choso x reader#choso kamo#choso kamo x reader#sukuna#sukuna x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#works#jjk headcanons#jjk fluff#HEHE these are so funny
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SNAP! ââ ripped apart.
⯠PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141
⯠SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.
⯠TAGS - fluff, angst - panic attack, trauma, flinching.
â previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter â
There's a sudden knock on the door to your room, your body dry and freshly washed, the minty smell from the soap bar fills your nostrils whilst you slump on the hospital bed. Curled in a way that was uncomfortable but it wasn't hurting any wounds so that would have to do.
The knock is followed by the door opening wide, revealing a man who you recognise, a man named Logan. The cheery fellow bounces into the room, suddenly the dingy lights seem brighter. "how's my favourite girl?" the man smiles while trotting inside, then closing the door behind him. "The nurse told me t' not bother ya sooo here I am!" he announces, smirking when you peer up at him. Your permanent frown slightly moves upwards when you see the goofy yet devious grin on his face.
Without a reply he sits down on the wooden chair placed by your bed, "you're looking better! my wounds are barely healing!" you wonder what had happened to him for a moment but then you remember that one of the first times he snook into your room, he rambled on for almost an hour. Telling you that he had been shot whilst on a mission, twice in the stomach. Luckily he survived. He smiles as he stretches out his hand, groaning, "I'm glad you're okay," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
A sigh falls from his lips when you sit up, "saw some big beefy guy leave your room before," john, he's obviously talking about john. "Looked real pissed off." Logan mumbles under his breath when he looks to the side. Fucking twat, he was pissed off? He doesn't deserve to be pissed off. "Ya know him?" He looks towards you for an answer. But you two both knew you weren't going to verbally say anything. You nodded hesitantly.
"Ya friends?" the man questions, this time it wasn't so hesitant. "No." You firmly said. Logan thought this was the first time you had spoken to him, it clearly must've been a trigger or something, "he is NOT my friend." Reaffirming your statement, pure rage boils through you at even thinking about being his friend. He lost that fucking privilege. "huh."
There's a silence that lingers in the air. The wet droplets from your freshly washed hair drips down, sending shivers down through your body. "Well, at least you have people visiting. My family is too busy t' visit. Or they just divnt wanna." he mutters the last part, "id kill for anyone t' visit."
"You know you get a lot of people lining outa your door? I can barely get through mine cause these bulky men will always be there." What? You questioned internally. "Ya friends with them?" you probably knew who he was talking about, it was probably the other knobheads that harmed you. None of them had really spoken to you since you arrived, john would sit down on the chair that Logan was currently sitting on sometimes, you two wouldnt talk though. Youd rather kill yourself than utter a single word to him.
"none of them are my friends, " gruffly talking again. Your throat kinda hurt so the sounds came out raspier than you had wanted them to. "hmm! Anywho! You wanna play some cards with me? I knowww.... Snap?" Then he puts on a dumb little smile.
After rolling your eyes at him, you nod. Magically he pulls out a card deck. Placing them on the blanket covering you. Once splitting the deck into two and passes you a half. Logan puts a card down gently on the blanket, not wanting to put it down too hard and hurt you. He didn't quite know what had happened to you but by the looks of it it was bad. You had nurses in all the time, your body was wrapped in bandages and by the looks of it, you only had 8 fingers.
"6 of clubs!" he announces. You place down a random card, 4 of hearts.
After a few rounds, you had won. For him having a deck of cards and wanting to play snap, he wasn't that good at it. A small smirk rises on your face, looking down at your massive stack whilst he had no cards left. "Well, well done." He grumbles with a mocking pout.
Once nodding you give him half your cards and he whacks them across the bed. Scattering the cards around, you gasp. Laughing, he observes the stunned look on your face before you shuffle the cards and half them. Dividing them into two halves, again making sure you both have a half each.
The word snap was yelled out from Logan's lips as he finally got ahead of you and slammed his callosed hand downwards onto the 2 of diamonds. When you flinch, he felt the weight of his face drop. "fuck, I'm sorry-" the look on your face could only be described as panicked, scared and fearful.
Suddenly a loud ringing blinds your ears. Your breathing grows. You take sharp and quick breaths when he looks towards you. You don't know why you panicked so much over something so stupid but then again - you do. "oh god I'm sorry!"
Logan's heart sank as he watched you struggle to catch your breath. He quickly slid closer, his voice gentle, "Hey- fuck- it's okay. I'm right here." He hesitated, unsure whether to reach out physically, but instead whispered, "Just breathe with me, nice and slow," trying to guide you back to calmness. But unfortunately that didn't help. You flinch back once more and shuffle under the blanket. The sounds of the room grew louder, the beeping of the machines sound over Logan's - trying to be - comforting voice. Your breath caught up once more. Your breathing is loud and fast. "it's okay-"
He gets cut off when a nurse comes into the room. She quickly rushes to you and all you see is almost a blur when your eyes prick with water. Distant yelling and you see the obscured bodies rush into the room, the nurse beside you and mumbling nonsense as the blob you think is Logan leaves.Â
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Astro observations pt1
Saturn in the 5th house:
Saturn in the 5th house people do not like children.
It sounds horrible, but they actually dođ
But Iâm not saying that theyâre psychopaths: Saturn in the 5th house people are like old people who doesnât like loud noises, and guess who makes loud noises? Children!
10th house Sun:
10th house Sun people crave attention, they practically live for it. They love it when they get appreciated for a project or something related to their careers: it makes up a huge part of their identity
So please pat your 10th house Sun friend on the back for a project they worked their asses off: theyâll appreciate it a lot
Pluto conjunct Ascendant:
They look like theyâve seen shit.
Someone I know who has this aspect always gets asked if their family is doing okay because of this aspectđ
Also they look like they can keep secrets very well. So they have a lot of secrets, because people tell them their secrets very often.
Men with hard aspects to their mars(squares, oppositions) are red flags to me. And if they have a moon aspect thatâs also badly aspected? Run, girl, runđ Chances are that he might cheat on you or hit youđ©
Lilith 9th house:
They question god a lot. It doesnât mean that they donât believe in god, actually Lilith 9th housers are fascinated with their religion. They seem to have a good grasp of religion from an early age because of that.
But often than not, they could create a version in their heads of god that is quite different from the concepts that we learn in church. They love saying thought-provoking questions about god and religion.
Your Venus sign and house placement+ your Juno(3)sign+house placement can tell you a lot about your type.
Ex) I have Venus in Capricorn in 12th house and Juno in Sagittarius in 10th house: Kendall Roy( from succession)
He is my favorite character. I had a crush on him since I was little. He gives off an endearing vibe, Venus in 12th house people likes that in a guy
Contemporary politicians all seem to have prominent Jupiter/Neptune influence in their charts: Jupiter/Neptune placements in your charts can give you luck(winning elections) but also delusions and unclear thinking
Are we all doing okay?đ
Ex. Emmanuel Macron(president of France since 2017) is a Sagittarius Sun. He has Sun conjunct mercury opposite Jupiter . He also has Neptune in the 10th house,.
Boris Johnson has Jupiter opposite Neptune
Joe Biden has Neptune in 10th house. He also has Jupiter trining his sun and mercury and Venus . He also has Neptune sextiling his sun and Venus and ascendant
Yoon suk yeol(current president of SK) is a sag stellium(sun, moon, mercury) and has Jupiter trining his Neptune, but opposing his mars.
Lilith in 5th house+a difficult mars placements(square, opposition) can make you have weird kinks in bedđ€
Saturn in the 3rd house in a solar return chart is a tough placement to have. You might feel really lonely. You might feel cut off from your friends this year. Your communication skills might hit a new low this year.
But remember, this is a Saturn placement: all of this can be improved by hard work. If you want to know what to work on, check the planets that aspect your Saturn
Ascendant conjunct Mars in SR chart(especially if mars is in the 12th house)
could be bad for you đcontrary to the popular belief that it makes you more assertive
It can make you susceptible to illness or infections. So if you have this placement in your sr chart, try to stay as healthy as possible.
Leo moons are so endearing to me: They are kinda dorky and cute even if they donât know it. Theyâre really close with their moms as well.
Aries moons are so pure. They always think for themselves and their thoughts are so interesting to me. They never hold back and they are so bold in their thinking. They are so fun to talk to.
Uranus in the 1st house people are used to being an outcast: something about them is so different and they donât seem to fit in at all with a group.
Pisces signs are notorious for being delulu but have you ever met a mars in Pisces?Their actions revolve around their delusions(big dreams) and if they donât get to make their aspirations come true, theyâll get so sad sometimes.
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Not to get all preachy here but i think this could stem from the really harmful media analysis we're taught in school, which often has us answer questions like "if you were the protagonist in this situation, what would you do?"
And something i read in a post elsewhere really stood out to me, in response to that question - what does it matter what *I* would do? And what I would do is entirely dependent on whether I only have the lived experiences and memories of the protagonist, or if I only havr my own, as the reader.
Because if i only had the protagonist's experiences and memories, I wouldn't know I'm a character in a book (or horror movie). I wouldn't know what genre I'm in. I wouldn't know that this camping trip in the woods with my friends is going to end with all of us dying. It's just a camping trip. And we're teenagers having fun, being silly, and how were we supposed to know the evil tome had a real genuine curse on it? If this is the case, asking what I would do doesnt matter, because my lived experiences speak to what choices I'm going to make, and as such none of the choices I make will be different.
But if I have only my own memories as the reader to make my decision with, that's also a useless question to ask. I know things as the reader that the character never could. Like I mentioned before, I know that this is the horror genre and people are going to die. So obviously I can sit back and think of all the perfect ways to win, the perfect flawless ways of surviving. But that wouldn't be very satisfying, narratively, would it? There's no plot without struggle and hardship. There's nothing satisfying about winning too easily. That's not the story the author wants to tell, especially in horror stories.
But all we're ever taught in school is "what did the character do wrong? How would you do it better?" Instead of the actually meaningful questions such as "what message was the author trying to convey? How can this message apply to your life? Is this message even aimed at you in the first place, or is it aimed at someone else? Did the author successfully convey their intended message?" Questions like that.
And that's doing us a disservice in all media, all across the board. For example, if a character does something you would never do, because it's a Bad Thing To Do, the character is problematic! Because I, an upstanding citizen, would never do that! Forget the fact that the character is still going through character development at this point. Forget that the character's background led them to make this decision, and they thought it was the right one at the time, when it wasn't. Forget that the author may be setting up events in the future or trying to teach a lesson or trying to show that someone who does such things is still a human being and can still be a sympathetic character even if they mess up...
Anyway, I'll get off my soap box now, this is just what this post made me think of. To go back to the original post, if you dont want to see a story about horror protagonists falling victim to circumstances out of their control, and would rather see a cute romance, go find yourself a cute romance to read instead. If you want to see protagonists making all the right decisions and overcoming all odds, go find a story about that instead. This is a horror movie. And in horror movies, people make stupid mistakes, because they don't know theyre in a horror movie. Go find something else to watch or read
people are so mean about horror movie victims like. sorry but if i had gone to a cabin in the woods with my friends as a teenager you couldn't have stopped us from reading aloud from the evil tome. how were they supposed to know the ancient curse was real they're like 17
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lake house bunny (jack hughes x bsf!reader)
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summary: kinda love triangle (quinn hughes), bsfs to lovers, smut with plot, quinn's new gf tries to get under your skin by pushing you and jack tg, pining (from jack), reader uses the nickname 'bunny', trevor and cole are heavily incorporated in the plot (bc who doesn't love them) warnings!! NSFW, heated makeout, fingering, cursing, drinking, angst, use of the word 'slut', quinn being an asshole a/n: first time writing NSFW ahh! (pls don't judge if u think its bad. I tried.) this has been sitting in my drafts forever. this kinda fits in with the lake house gc (if you like this you should def read those in my master list) BUT it's not canon in the series. I tried my hardest to not make reader seem like a pick me girl but I fear she kind of is. let me preface by saying, I DO NOT CONDONE SLUT SHAMING!! just bc ur jealous doesn't mean you have a right to talk shit on the new girl. also, I can't stand people who hate on other people for 'being too nice' but reader DEFINITELY has her reasons to be suspicious. anyways, happy reading :) -mars wc: 9.6k
âThis is disgusting.â you sat on the boat, arms crossed next to Jack as you glared over at Quinn and his new girlfriend, Adelaide. He was driving the boat with her perched in his lap. Her hands wrapped around him, while he had one on the wheel with the other on her thigh. Your blood boiled at the sight. All you could think of was how much you longed to be the one wrapped around him like you used to.
âYeah, sheâs a slut.â Jack whispered into your ear, eliciting a soft laugh from you. You and Jack had always shared a close bond, one that felt especially strong in the lake house. He was your rock, the one person you could always rely on. Jack knew since you were kids how much you liked Quinn, and he couldnât help gaining a jealous eye when he saw the two of you together. You never knew how much he actually cared about you, as you were too wrapped up in trying to get Quinn to even just look at you. Since you were teenagers, itâs felt like a game. Quinn would give you the smallest amount of attention and flirtation, then he would ignore you. The cycle repeated throughout every summer at the lake house. You let your arms fall to your side, glancing over to Luke trying to surf the wakeboard as Trevor and Cole cheered him on. You turned your attention to your feet, trying not to look at the eye sore that sat at the wheel.
You sighed, glancing over to Jack who had moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. âYou know the worst part is, sheâs not a slut. Sheâs really nice and funny. I actually like her, and I want to hate her so bad.â Jack gave you an empathetic smile, and you couldnât help but gaze back at the couple. You rested your elbows on your knees, letting your face fall into your hands as you stared. Jack hated seeing you in this state, and he hated his brother more for making you feel like this. He didnât actually hate his brother, but he couldnât help but let his anger take over when Quinn was messing with you like this. Jack sighed, looking over to his brother who was laughing with Adelaide, probably about something that wasnât nearly as funny as the things you said. He looked back to you who had sad eyes as you watched the scene in front of you.Â
Jack huffed his breath, causing you to turn your attention towards him. âAre you okay?â you asked softly, noticing the tension in his jaw as he turned to you, worry evident in his eyes.
âYeah. Iâm fine,â he replied, but you could tell he was anything but. âYou shouldnât have to deal with this.â Jack decided to do exactly what Jack Hughes was expected to do in the moment of his best friendâs misery. In a sudden burst of determination, he leaned over and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you in one swift motion.
âJack, what are you doing?â You said with a soft smile, your body instinctively relaxing against him.
âLifting your spirits.â He smiled, placing one hand on your back and the other on your thigh to pull you in closer. You moved one of your arms around his neck, your free hand landing on his bicep, grazing his bare skin with your thumb. The simple touch sent shivers through his body as he tried to keep himself content. You moved your head to look over to Quinn, but Jack grabbed your chin, shifting your gaze back to himself. âDonât look at them. Look at me.â You graced him with a small half smile, as you leaned further into his touch. âPretend I just said something funny.â
You rolled your eyes, your tone flat as you spoke. âHaha, Jack! Youâre hilarious!â Jack cracked a smile and burst out laughing at your attempt to fake a laugh. Your laughs quickly went from fake to real in an instant. Jack blushed at the sound, pulling you in closer. The two of you carried on in conversation, laughing with each other, and you eventually found your head resting on his shoulder. You were being more touchy with him than normal, in an attempt to make Quinn jealous. Jack was fine with this, welcomed it even, but a part of him felt bad for playing into your vulnerability. While you were in the middle of animatedly telling Jack a story about work, Adelaideâs attention caught sight. She tilted her head and smiled, watching the two of you interact.
âTheyâre so cute together.â She remarked, drawing Quinnâs attention away from the water. He shifted his gaze, eyes darkening at the sight of you wrapped around his brother. He simply scoffed and returned his glare to the water, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He didnât want to admit it, but he was jealous watching the two of you touch each other like that. He was so used to having you follow him around like a puppy, he didnât think about the consequences of bringing a girl to the lake house. He kept his eyes on the water trying his best not to look at the two of you, when he heard Adelaide's phone camera shutter.
âDid you just take a picture of them?â He asked, glancing over to her.
âYeah, itâs just a cute photo. Theyâll want it.â She brushed him off with her hand, pointing his sight back to the water.
âOkay. Just donât post it or share it anywhere. They like to keep their personal lives private.â She agreed and the two of them went back to cuddling in the captain's chair. You were too wrapped up in Jack to even notice Quinn and Adelaide anymore. The two of you were laughing about old times, squeezed into each other. You couldnât help but lean into the comfortable touch of Jack, who was holding you with such care. The way he rubbed his thumb against your skin and squeezed your thigh, made your body tingle in a way that it had never before. You and Jack were always touchy and affectionate with each other. Itâs the kind of friendship you had, but it was never like this. This felt like Jack was being possessive, and you wouldnât admit it, but you liked it. You noticed the way he would squeeze your thigh whenever he caught Quinn looking as if to say, âSheâs mine. You canât have her.â In his head, he thought no other man should be able to look at you on the boat like he did. He admired the way your skin shone from the sun under your baby blue bikini, the way your bun slightly tugged at your scalp when you laughed, and the way your cherry red lips smiled down at him when he said something cheeky. This beautifully painted picture was for him and him only. He wanted Quinn to know that. Even if he thought you were only doing this to get a rise out of Quinn, Jack looked at it as a distraction from the sadness of the situation for you. He felt a sense of protection over you from Quinn, being an audience member to your little routine every summer. He never wanted you to get hurt because even if he had deep feelings for you, you were still his best friend.Â
As the sun began to set, Quinn pulled the boat into the dock. He and Adelaide stepped off first, hand in hand, with Luke and Trevor following close behind. Cole walked over to you and Jack who had coincidentally fallen asleep on each other. His grip on your waist was still tight as you rested your head on his shoulder. His head had fallen onto yours, mouth parted slightly as the two of you slept peacefully. You were both rudely awakened by the sound of Cole clapping his hands together in front of your faces.
âRise and shine dickheads.â You slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the sudden light. Jack woke up beneath you, rubbing his eyes as he unwrapped his arms from around you. You quickly got back on your feet, Jack following behind you as you both lazily stepped off the boat. âGotta stay alive for the party, princess.â Cole placed his hands on your shoulders, guiding you off the dock. Jack walked closely, ready to snatch you away from Coleâs grip in a millisecond. He noticed the way you covered your arms with your hands as goosebumps grew across your body, without a thought behind his eyes he immediately handed you his warm shirt that had been drying under the sun for hours. You sent him a gratitude filled smile as you slipped on the shirt, feeling instantly warmer. Jack didnât stop there, he put his arm around your waist, pulling you close, subtly hinting to Cole that this wasnât a friendly touch anymore. Jack was actually trying to reel you in like he said heâd do years ago. The three of you broke off into your separate rooms to begin getting ready for the annual party thrown by Jack and Quinn. You were dreading the party this year, having to be crammed in the basement surrounded by Quinnâs teammates, you were just thankful that some of the Devils would be there too. As you stepped into the shower, you let the warm water entrap your body, washing away the weight of the day. You stayed still for a second just letting the shower pour down on you, grateful that your horrible boat ride had come to an end. Watching her and Quinn felt worse than actual torture. It wasnât even the fact that you had feelings for him, because if you were being honest they werenât extremely strong, it was the fact that he could be so loving and good to her and not you. For years Quinn has led you on and brought you down over and over again, and here he is playing wife and husband with some bunny he met on a roadie. I must be the problem, you thought to yourself, and unfortunately that idea would stick. You exited the shower, slipping a towel over your frame, leaving the bathroom quickly. You entered the bedroom only to see Adelaide sitting at the vanity curling her hair and doing her makeup. You had completely forgotten that you had to share a room with her this summer, considering Ellen and Jim wouldnât let couples share rooms in their lake house. It didnât matter if you were adults, the rules were if you arenât engaged or married, you canât sleep together.
âOh hey, Y/n!â She turned her attention from the mirror over to you in your towel. You simply waved to her wearing an awkward smile. She was really nice, almost too nice. âYou and Jack looked really cute on the boat today.âÂ
âThank you.â You mumbled, not knowing what else to say. You rushed to your dresser, pulling a pair of panties from the drawer before heading to the closet to grab your sundress. The silence was deafening and awkward. In her head, Adelaide wanted to talk to you, but she could sense your tenseness. You however, couldnât speak to her. You were afraid that you would talk too much and accidentally let too much slip about you and Quinn, or maybe she would start talking about how great he was. That was bound to bring you to tears. You decided at that moment to exit the room, feeling uncomfortable undressing in front of her. Sure, she was a girl, but you barely knew her, and the thought of her judging you made your whole body cringe. You left the room, wrapped in your towel, walking through the halls until you made your way to Jackâs room. You knocked on it twice before hearing a faint âCome in.â Pushing the door open, you found Jack, Cole, and Trevor sprawled out on the bed, their attention fixed on their phones. They were already dressed in their clothes for the party, and you couldnât help but notice how sharp Jack looked in his fitted white polo and jeans, his hair slightly tousled. You stomped over to the bed, tossing your clothes onto the floor before flopping down on the edge next to Coleâs feet, resting your head against Jackâs thigh.
âWhat's got you down, Bunny?â Trevor asked, tearing his gaze from his screen.
You sighed dramatically, covering your face with your hands. âI hate her.âÂ
âHate who?â Cole questioned, glancing over.
âQuinnyâs new girlfriend.â Jack said, running a hand over your wet hair. âYou donât hate her, B. You told me yourself.â
âUgh! But I want to!â You flopped your arms down in frustration. âItâs just so frustrating.â You sat up to face Jack, making sure your towel was securely wrapped around you. âDo you know how difficult it is to watch someone that's hurt you over and over again, treat some random person like sheâs his wife right in front of you?â
Jack laughed, pulling your towel up to your chest that had slightly fallen down. âCanât say that I have. Not the universal experience you think it is.â You rolled your eyes, pouting your lips slightly at Jackâs absence of understandment.
âYeah, why donât you go talk to Addy about it.â Trevor said her name mockingly which caused you to whip your head over to him.
âSay her name again.â You warned, squinting your eyes at him.
Trevorâs face flushed quickly as he tried to quickly pull himself from the situation âAddy.â He said normally.
âNuh uh. Thatâs not how you said it!â You shifted your body closer to Trevor, now invading his space. âYou donât like her!â Trevorâs eyes widened in fear.
âT-that's not true. I like everyone! Everyone is my friend.â He let out a nervous laugh before widening his eyes again at the sight of your stare. You stared at him intimidatingly with a small smile, knowing he would eventually crack. âFine! I donât like her!â Trevor buried his face in his hands.
âYes!â You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in triumph as groans emerged from Jack and Cole.
âGreat going, Trev. Told you not to say anything.â Cole smacked the side of Trevorâs head.
âYouâre just feeding into her delusions.â Jack huffed out.
âWell, you guys are both fine with her, I canât stand her! Apparently, Bunny canât either, so allies.â You gave Trevor a fist bump, earning more groans from the boys. âI-I canât help it! She cornered me and talked about her new Dior makeup set for like an hour!â
You gasped in disbelief âShe uses dior?â Trevor nodded his head with wide eyes. âThat rich skank!âÂ
âExactly! Then, she starts bragging to me about all the things Quinn buys her, like I'm supposed to be jealous. ME. TREVOR ZEGRAS.â
You let out a slight laugh, now lying against the headboard in between Trevor and Cole. âOh my god. She sucks.â
âNo, no, no, no.â Jack interjected. âBunny, Trevor is filling your head with garbage.â Jack scoffed, sending Trevor a glare before turning his attention back to you. âYouâre only saying this stuff because heâs giving you a reason. You know that when you start talking to her again, youâll forget this conversation ever happened and youâll be back to being sad because you like her so much.â You whipped your head back over to Jack, indignation written all over your face.
âYou called her a slut on the boat!â You pointed at him, gasps escaping from Trevor and Cole.
âWh- I Di- I was trying to make you feel better!â Jack whisper yelled. Cole shifted in his seat, becoming more interested in the conversation.
âJacky doesnât like her either!â Trevor began to laugh, causing a smug smile to wipe across your face. âAdmit it, Hughes. You donât like your big brotherâs âslutâ girlfriend.â Trevor let out, moving closer to you on the bed.
âShe just seemsâŠâ He sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. âToo good to be true. Like sheâs too nice.â You clapped your hands together in excitement, sitting up in your seat.
âThatâs exactly what I'm talking about! It seems fake!â You yelled.
Jack rolled his eyes, but couldnât help chuckling. âLike, I handed her a drink from the cooler and she said âThank you so much Jack! This is amazing. Youâre the best ever.â Who is that happy to drink a Whiteclaw?â He mocked her voice with a high-pitched tone.Â
âShe just seems too polished,â Trevor added, nodding his head. âLike sheâs trying to win the girlfriend of the year award.âÂ
Cole leaned back tossing a glance at you âYeah you wouldnât catch her dead hanging out with us on the bed in a towel.â You shifted from your position off the bed, signaling the boys to cover their eyes so you could get changed. You turned around, dropping the towel before putting on your dress.
âNo, I get it, Jack. She came up to me before we got on the boat, looked me up and down, and said âugh I wish I had your confidenceââ Several âooohâs and hisses from the teeth emerged from the boys. âI didnât think anything of it at the time, but looking back it was pretty backhanded.â You said, slipping the straps of your dress up to your shoulders.
âHow do I look?â You asked, spinning around as the boys uncovered their eyes, jaws dropping at the sight of you in your checker-patterned red dress. Trevor let out a low whistle as Cole clapped his hands in approval. Jack's gaze lingered over you for a moment longer. His eyes tracing up and down the dress that he had bought you last year on your birthday, wanting nothing more than to rip it off. You walked back over to the bed and Jack quickly sat up, taking the hem of your dress in his hand.
âYou look beautiful as always.â He sent you a smile that made your heart race in an instant. Cole and Trevor side exchanged knowing glances with a slight smirk at the interaction. You smiled down at him, ruffling his hair as your cheeks flushed.
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An hour into the party, things were finally starting to settle in. You had taken shot after shot, doing your best to forget about the simmering situation in front of you. Quinn and Adelaide were sitting on the couch, arms wrapped around each other as they talked to Elias and Brock. That used to be you. You loved those guys and you missed talking to them, but they were Quinnâs friends, not yours. You were too drunk to even care when Luke pulled you away from your glare to a clearer area of the room. Everything was a blur. You were all smiles and laughs as Luke pulled you closer to him to dance to Pink Pony Club. You were on aux of course, the boys knew it was the only way you would have it. Luke had one hand on his beer and the other on yours as he spun you around. You laughed gracefully as you flopped against him while he jumped around. He set his beer on the table next to him, taking both your hands in his as he moved your arms back and forth. He stuck his tongue out as he jumped, moving closer as you laughed, leaning into him.
âHey! is that girl looking at us?â He yelled into your ear, picking his beer up from the table.
You looked over your shoulder to see a small brunette girl who was eyeing Luke as she took a sip of her drink.
âYeah.â You yelled back, a smile growing across your face at Lukeâs excitement. âGo get emâ Lukey!â You pushed him away, towards the girl. He immediately got flustered and whatever drunk confidence he had, had suddenly left his body entirely as he went to speak to her. You laughed at the interaction and made your way towards the kitchen, settling yourself next to Nico the moment you caught sight of him. You hopped onto the counter, Nico having to spot you with his hands as you stumbled. You grabbed the side of his head, pulling his ear close to your lips.
âGrab me another drink?â You asked loudly. Nico turned to face you, laughing at your eyes that were lazily falling closed.
He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to give you some sense of reality. âHow about a water?â You grinned wide and nodded your head slowly at him. He smiled and walked off to get you a glass. You stayed on the counter, letting your gaze fall to Quinn and Adelaide yet again. They were standing in a circle, his arms wrapped around her as she chatted with Bella Boeser. You had always been good friends with Bella at social events like these. The two of you would manage to find each other and chat in a corner while Quinn and Brock were off entertaining their friends. It occurred to you in that moment, Bella hadnât come up to you at all tonight. She seemed much more interested in Adelaide and her attempts at kindness. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you realized that this girl was quite literally taking everyone from you.Â
âStop gawking over the Canucks.â Nico walked up, handing you the water before draping an arm around your shoulders. âBeing a Devils girl is way better.â You laughed at what you assumed to be an attempt at flirtation, but you were very wrong. âYou're lucky your boyfriend is on our team and not theirs.â You nearly spit out the water in your mouth, turning your head to Nico with a stern look.
âBoyfriend? W-what? I donât have one of those.â You said softly, worry filling your eyes.
âWait, wait what? You and Jack arenât-â
âNo, why would you think that?â You cut him off loudly, playing with your necklace anxiously. Nico looked at you with wide eyes, tilting his head to the side.
âUh- the post. I thought it was like a hard launch or something. Doesnât look too friendly to me.â He laughed. Your eyes grew wider in fear, your mouth parting slightly as your heart beat faster.
Your grip on your necklace tightened as fear struck through your entire body. âNico, w-what the hell are you talking about? What post?â Nico motioned towards your phone that sat on the counter next to you. You quickly picked it up, handing it over to him after unlocking it. Nico scrolled, and you bit your lip nervously, growing anxious to know what he was talking about. He handed the phone back to you, letting your eyes fall to a clear picture of you sitting on Jackâs lap laughing on the boat, his hands wrapped around your body. You stared down at the screen, heart racing as the realization sank in. The photo was up there for the world to see, one that you donât even remember taking. Jack's arms wrapped around you, looking too comfortable to be âjust friendsâ. You turned your attention to the top of the screen, seeing that it was Adelaide who posted the photo. Your blood boiled over your anxiety filled body, knowing that it was common knowledge that you and Jack preferred your personal lives to be private. âI-I-I gotta go. Thank you for the water.â You hopped off the counter, leaving your cup next to Nico. You quickly made your way through the swarm of people that filled the basement, looking for Jack. You pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and whispers. Your pulse was thundering through your ears as you made your way to the far side of the basement, where you last saw Jack. Finally, you spotted him leaning against the wall with Jesper and Curtis, laughing and entirely oblivious to the picture Adelaide posted.Â
âJackâ You called out, his smile faltering at the sight of your facial expression.
âWhat's up?â He asked, moving away from his friends to meet you halfway. You didnât waste any time. You grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs. He didnât know what was going on, but he could sense your worry so he followed you immediately. You made your way through the upstairs hall until you finally made it to his room. You pushed him inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.
âBunny, whatâs going on?â Holding up your phone, you shoved it into his hand so he could see Adelaideâs post. His face shifted through a range of emotions. Confusion, surprise, and finally a hint of frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply, as he planted himself on the edge of the bed. âAre you kidding me? She posted this?â He groaned.
You nodded, crossing your arms. âAnd now everyone is going to think weâre together. Nico already thought you were my boyfriend.â A hint of sadness behind your voice.
âThere is something wrong with that woman.â Jack huffed out, rubbing his neck. You sat down next to him, holding his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder. He leaned into your touch, placing his head on top of yours. âIâm so sorry. This wasnât supposed to happen.â Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door. The two of you turned and the door opened slightly before Trevor and Cole poked their heads inside, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.Â
âYou two good in here?â Trevor asked, eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you.
âCan we get five minutes without the two of you barging in?â Jack rolled his eyes as Trevor and Cole settled themselves in the room, shutting the door behind them.
âFive minutes, huh? Thatâs all you need?â Cole grinned, leaning against the wall.
Jack groaned, throwing his hands up âSeriously, dude?â Trevor made his way over to Jack, leaning over his shoulder to see the phone. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to get a better look.
You looked up at Trevor, letting go of Jackâs arm. His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open as he looked at the phone. âHoly shit.â
âWhat? What is it?â Cole asked, pushing himself from the wall to get a good look. He took the phone from Jackâs hand, pulling it closer to his eyes. âOh my god. Did you even know she took this?â You shook your head, biting your lip ever so slightly. Jack huffed his breath, standing up to face Cole and Trevor.Â
âThis is bullshit.â He said, taking the phone from Coleâs hand. âIâm gonna talk to Quinn.â Jack started making his way to the door before you quickly stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. You could feel his heavy breaths, the way his chest moved up and down in a pattern youâd never seen before.Â
âNo, wait,â You said, your voice quiet. âLet me talk to her first. Iâm sure she just didnât know, letâs not throw her under the bus.â You looked up at Jack with pleading eyes, taking your phone from his hand.Â
Behind you, Trevor crossed his arms as he shook his head. âDonât defend her-â
âIâm not defending her.â You cut him off, your voice raising slightly. âI-Iâm just saying, letâs not snitch. Let me talk to her, woman to woman. Iâm sure sheâll take it down.â Jack let out a heavy sigh, stepping back slightly to silently give you permission to talk to her. You nodded your head, glancing over to Trevor and Cole with a small smile before making your way out of the room. You didnât realize how drunk you truly were until you started making your way down the hall. The adrenaline of seeing the post had sobered you up, but only for a split second. You stumbled your way down the stairs, your grip on the railing firm as the room began to spin around you. You stood at the bottom step, scanning the basement for Adelaide. You finally found her standing by the kitchen counter, her blonde hair now tied in a low bun to reveal her gorgeous collarbone. You pouted slightly, seeing how perfect she looked knowing that you were a hot, drunk mess. You made your way towards her, repeating affirmations to yourself as you built up your confidence. When you reached her, a smile grew across her face almost immediately.Â
âHey, Y/n!â She exclaimed, her tone happy. âI havenât seen you all night.â You sent her a sheepish smile, anxiously playing with your necklace again.
You brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, trying to find that confidence you were meant to have. âI know! Itâs so crazy in here.â You let out a forced laugh, trying to hide your nervousness, which she mirrored quickly. âListen, I gotta talk to you about something.â She tilted her head, sending you a closed mouthed smile as she reached for her drink. She took a sip, silently waiting for you to speak. âThis umâŠthis picture you posted of me and Jack. I-I know you mean well, but we do like to keep that part of our lives private.â
Adelaide placed her drink on the counter, her eyes widening as she covered her mouth with her hand. âOh my! Iâm so sorry, I didnât know.â You let out a sigh of relief and a teeth-showing smile at her response.Â
âIt is totally fine.â You said, letting out a relieving laugh. âJust, with the media itâs kind of hard.â
She nodded her head, gracing you with a smile. âI totally understand that.â Your smile grew wider, wondering why this was so hard for you to do in the first place.
âYeah, so if you could just take it down-â
âOh, no.â She cut you off. Your smile quickly faded as you stared at her. Her fake smile still plastered on her face.Â
You let out a nervous laugh, gripping onto your necklace. âI-IâŠuh.â You paused, clearing your throat. âWhat?â
She picked her drink back up, raising her eyebrows. âIt looks good on my instagram. Plus, you and Jack look super cute. Donât stress it.â She laughed, letting her grin go wide. âThereâs so many pictures of you and Quinn on the internet, so whatâs one with Jack?â She shrugged her shoulders passive aggressively as she walked away into the crowd. You were left standing there in pure shock. Your mouth dropped, your arms falling limp to your side as you tried to process what just happened. The tension in your chest tightened as her words replayed in your mind. The dismissiveness, the fake sweetness masking her clear intentions, it hit you like a gut punch. You were rooted to your spot, staring at where sheâd disappeared in the crowd. Your fingers still toyed with your necklace, a nervous habit you couldnât seem to shake. She was jealous. Youâd never even thought of the idea that maybe Adelaide would be a little shaken up by staying in the house with her boyfriendâs childhood fling. You assumed Quinn kept his mouth shut about the two of you, considering he never cared about you that much. What did he tell her? What could he have possibly said to her that would make her want to put you and Jack on blast to the internet?Â
Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands land on your shoulders. âHowâd it go?â You heard Coleâs voice shout through your ear, but still not enough to knock you from your state. You couldnât even move to look at him, your gaze centered on the crowd.
âI-umâŠâ You cleared your throat. âShe said no.â You said flatly.Â
Cole moved his head closer to yours, glancing at you with a side eye. âNo?â You knocked yourself out of your daze, turning fully to face him.Â
âSheâs jealous.â You said quietly, leaning in closer so he could hear you. âSaid thereâs so many photos of me and Quinn, so why not have one with Jack.â Coleâs mouth gaped open in shock, no one expecting her to say no. He was speechless, unaware of what to say in this moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Jack walking closer, a stern expression on his face. You let out a sigh of defeat, waiting for him to walk over.
Jack could sense the tension as he stared between you and Cole. âWhat happened?â He asked, the sentence coming out more as a statement than a question. You crossed your arms, your fingers digging into your sides as you glanced at Cole. He still looked too stunned to speak, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find words that just wouldnât come. Jackâs gaze didnât waver from you, his brow furrowed in concern as he waited for your answer.
âShe said no,â You finally said, your voice flat and devoid of emotion. You clenched your jaw, betraying your anger that simmered just below the surface.Â
Jack blinked, his confusion quickly shifting to irritation. âShe what?â
âSheâs jealous.â Cole interrupted, his words finally making their way out. âSheâs using you to show people that Bunnyâs with you and not QuinnâŠI think?â Jack stared at you for a moment, processing what Cole just said. Then he muttered a curse under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned slightly away, his frustration evident in every movement. âUnbelievable.â
âHey, guys!â Quinn yelled from the couch, turning down the music. You clenched your jaw at the sound, watching Trevor walk up behind Cole. âCome over here with us.â You scanned the couch seeing Adelaide, Quinn, Brock, and Bella all squished onto the couch. Nico and Jesper sat next to each other on the floor while Elias sat across from them. Luke pranced his way to the big chair, pulling the brunette from earlier down with him. You bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to do at this moment.Â
âWhatâd I miss?â You heard Trevor whisper into Coleâs ear.Â
âNot good.â Cole mumbled back.
You jolted slightly at the feel of Jackâs hand intertwining with yours. He took a sip from his beer bottle before pulling you to the living area with him, Trevor and Cole following close behind. Everyone in the room had their gaze centered on the four of you as you silently made your way over. Quinn was staring especially hard at your hand intertwined with Jackâs. He let go of your hand to allow you to take your seat on the floor in between himself and Trevor. The room felt like it was holding its breath, everyoneâs gaze locked on you and Jack as you sat down. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You couldnât help but notice the way Quinnâs jaw tightened, his hand resting on the back of the couch near Adelaide but clenched just enough to betray his irritation. Your eyes darted around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as the anxiety rose through your body.Â
Quinn cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat. âWeâre gonna play truth or dare,â He said, causing Jackâs eyebrows to knot. âAddyâs idea.â You glanced over to Adelaide who sent you a shit eating grin, like she had you in this perfect trap designed specifically for you.Â
âIsnât this a kids game?â You said, taking a sip of Jackâs beer bottle.Â
Quinn scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly before looking back at you. âItâll be like old times.â You felt a lump in your throat as your heart dropped, but you were quick to swallow it down. Jackâs arm moved to cross behind your back, not quite making contact with your skin, but it was enough to make your heart race. Quinn went first, daring Brock to take three shots in under ten seconds which he failed miserably at. Brock asked Elias to tell the story of how he lost his virginity.
âI was fifteen, after a school dance in my car. It was terrible.âÂ
Elias asked Luke to tell the craziest story about Quinn in high school.
âWell when Bunny was sixteen-â
âHe said tell a story about Quinn, not Bunny.â Jack was quick to interrupt at your defense. Luke told a story about Quinn getting drunk and trying to climb up the house to his bedroom window. Luke then dared Trevor to let him draw a dick on his face, which Trevor was drunk enough to be excited about. You laughed hard when Trevor turned to face you, a realistic looking cock on his forehead with the cheesiest grin youâd ever seen. Trevor asked Cole to tell the room his celebrity crush.
âWeak question. Meryl Streep. Love a good gilf.â
âGross, Cole.â
Cole dared Nico to share his last google search with the group.
âNico Hischer sexy tweets? Thatâs insane.âÂ
Nico turned to Adelaide, who picked truth. He asked her what the most expensive gift Quinn had bought her was, and her eyes beamed like this was the question sheâd been dying to answer.Â
âProbably my Louboutins.âÂ
Your heart dropped when her gaze centered on you, a smug smile wiped across her face. You kept your expression stern, wanting to show her that you werenât intimidated.Â
âTruth or Dare?â She asked, a hint of aggressiveness behind her voice.
You took another sip of Jackâs beer, letting your legs come uncrossed as you leaned back on your hands. âDare.â Jack, Trevor, and Cole all let out small but noticeable sighs. They knew you only said dare because you were drunk and determined, and they all wished you would just keep your mouth shut at that moment.Â
Adelaide let out a soft laugh, like she had you exactly where she wanted. âI dare youâŠâ She paused, letting her words hang in the air knowing it would cause you more anxiety. âNo-â She said, causing your brows to furrow. âI dare you and Jack,â The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing you couldnât back out. âTo go into the closet for seven minutes in heaven.â Jack groaned quietly as you bit the inside of your cheek. The circle boomed with laughs and whistles. Everyone had a smile plastered on their face except for you, Jack, Cole, Trevor, and shockingly Quinn. The laughter and whistles of the group felt deafening as Adelaideâs smug expression deepened. Jack shifted uncomfortably beside you, running a hand through his hair as his cheeks flushed.Â
You exhaled sharply, masking your nerves with a nonchalant shrug. âFine. Letâs get this over with.â Your voice was steady, but your heart was racing as you stood up. Jackâs eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, searching your face for some kind of reassurance or escape. Finding none, he reluctantly stood too, stuffing his hands in his pockets.Â
âSeven minutes,â Adelaide chirped with a saccharine sweetness, glancing at her phone as she set the timer. âDonât keep us waiting.â The closet door swung open, and you stepped inside, Jack following closely behind. The space was tight, filled with jackets that smelled faintly of cologne and laundry detergent. The door clicked shut, plunging you into darkness save for a thin sliver of light from the bottom. Not being able to see in the darkness, you pulled out your phone.
âWhat are you doing?â Jack asked, his tone curious as his frame towered over you.
You bit your nails, opening up messages. âTexting the groupchat.â
You: okay itâs official i hate this bitch.
Cole: You should see the smile on her face rn
Trevor: Yeah she looks like pennywise kinda
You: just glad me and trevor were right for once đ„ł
Trevor: Me and Cole will try to brainstorm some good revenge plots
Cole: Yeah you guys just thug out your seven minutes
Trevor: In heaven
Jack: Fuck off Trevor.
You sighed, putting your phone in your pocket. The room was dark again as you and Jack stood, facing each other. The closet was tiny and you didnât realize how close the two of you were until you felt his breath on your forehead. It sent shivers down your spine almost immediately as you tried to keep yourself content. The tension in the closet was palpable as the soft sound of Jack shifting his weight echoed in the cramped space. You felt his hesitation as much as your own, the unspoken words swirling between you like a storm. His breath, warm and close, made your stomach twist in a way you couldnât quite decipher.Â
âI donât know what to doâŠâ You let out. âin this weird situation with her.â Jack let out a hard sigh, which you felt against your skin.Â
âJust- donât think about it.â He said gently, his hand hovering over yours. âUse this time as your distraction from the night.â He had fully enveloped your hand at this point, slowly moving closer towards you. You couldnât see, but his face was plastered with a bright red tint when you began rubbing circles against his hand. The sounds of laughter erupted from the living room, muffled but still noticeable. In just two seconds, all that noise faded into the background as you felt Jack squeeze your hand. You could feel the heat from his body as he moved closer, your chests almost clashing together.Â
âI-Is this weird?â You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper as you felt yourself gravitating towards him.
âIs what weird?â He mumbled. You felt your breath hitch as your faces now sat merely inches apart. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to get closer.Â
âThis.â You whispered, your lips so close to touching as Jack moved an unexpected hand to your waist, a touch that sent hard palpitations to your heart.Â
Jack let out another breath, his thumb now tracing circles against your hip. âDoes it feel right?â
You bit your bottom lip, shutting your eyes at the feeling of his voice vibrating against your face. âMhm,â You let out, nodding your head.Â
âThen, no. Itâs not weird.â He whispered, ghosting his words against your lips. The hand that was holding yours moved up to your face, cupping it gently. Your stomach twisted at the touch, gently leaning in closer. Your knees closed together, as if keeping them open would unleash every sexual feeling that had been building up for the past ten years. You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest as Jack finally closed the space between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. It was hesitant at first, like he was waiting for your permission, but you quickly kissed him back, biting his bottom lip gently. Endless hours of flirtatious teasing, watching you swoon over Quinn, it all led up to this moment. The kiss quickly grew hungrier as Jackâs hands pulled you closer by your waist, tasting every lick of the satisfaction heâd yearned for all these years. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, letting your fingers explore his hair as he moved closer against you. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly intensified when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to enter as he devoured every inch of you. He pushed you up against the wall, his pelvis absentmindedly grinding against you which caused a slight moan to escape from the back of your throat. You felt your stomach tingle as a flood rushed to your panties, moving your hands to grip his shirt. Jackâs lips moved in a way that was perfectly catered to you, like it was something you needed but never knew. His hands made their way up your body, one settling on your back to cradle you. His tongue pushed further into your mouth, almost reaching towards your throat. His other hand found its way to your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress to toy with the string of your underwear, twisting it with his finger against your skin. He pulled back only the slightest amount, his lips ghosting yours. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to do.â He whispered against your lips, the feel of his breath causing you to shudder, growing hungrier by the second. You werenât thinking about Adelaide or Quinn, your mind was only on Jack and how bad you realized you wanted him.
âI need you.â You whispered back, your lips growing dry from his absence. âPlease,â Jack didnât waste any time before crashing his lips back onto yours, moving more intensely than before. The kisses became sloppy, like he was starving for this feeling his entire life. His fingers made their way down, just barely touching your folds through the fabric of your panties. You let out a heavy breath through the kiss, silently begging him to keep going as he teased you slightly. He bit down on your bottom lip as he moved the fabric to the side, revealing every inch of yourself. You whined slightly at his touch, finding yourself in this moment of vulnerability youâd never expected to have with Jack. His finger lightly brushed over your heat, testing the waters as you ran your hand through his hair to pull him closer.Â
âCan I-â
âYes, please.â You said eagerly before pulling his lips back onto yours. Jack moved his hands to the strings of your panties, slowly pulling them down to your shaking knees, not removing his lips from yours once. Your hand was now fully tangled in his hair, the other on his back to pull him closer. Jack wasted no time before allowing a finger to enter your cunt, feeling the wetness that was made just for him. You let out a soft, quiet whimper against his lips as he gently explored your walls. He pumped his finger in and out slowly, removing his lips from yours to plant kisses on your neck. You leaned your head back, breathing heavily as his thumb made contact with your clit. âJack,â You whispered. Never in your life did you expect to have any part of him inside of you, but now that you were here, you couldnât imagine your life without it.Â
âYou have no idea what this fuckinâ dress does to me.â He mumbled softly against your skin.
âFuck.â You let out quietly as he entered another finger, filling you in just the right way. Your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as his motions grew faster. Your legs locked around his fingers, his other hand finding its way under your dress to your breast. He continued pumping in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit as he reconnected his lips with yours. He felt your insides, like it was a forbidden place heâd been waiting so long to explore. His hand made its way under your bra, squeezing your breast gently. You tried to silence yourself, but it was becoming more and more difficult with every thrust of his fingers. You felt yourself reaching peak, which was shocking in such a small amount of time. Something about the way Jack moved around your body, touching every spot in the exact right spot. âIâm gonna come.â You whispered, pulling back slightly.Â
He grinned as he moved his mouth down to your collarbone, placing gentle kisses across your neckline. âLet go for me, bunny.â His motions intensified, your breaths growing heavier by the second. He nibbled slightly against your skin, but not enough to leave marks. You let out a quiet moan as you finally released your juices around his fingers, letting him ride you out until the end of your climax. Your chest rose and fell heavily as Jack removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth. Both of you wished you could see each otherâs faces at this moment, but the closet was pitch black. Years of suppressed feelings you didnât even know you had, all spilled out onto Jack Hughesâ fingers. He moved his hands down to your knees to pull up your panties, your hands still tangled in his hair. âYou alright?â He asked, his voice quiet but audible.
You removed your hands from his hair, letting your body fall back on the wall. Your breathing was still heavy, but you managed to speak. âYeah,â You whispered. âI-Iâm good- that wasâŠâ You paused for a second, your face quickly capturing a wide grin. âThat was amazing.â Jack let out a sigh of relief, a smile growing on his face as he leaned in to kiss you again. It was gentle, allowing it to last for only a few seconds.
He pulled back, his hand coming up to cradle your face. âListen, Bunny-â
âSeven minutes is up!â The door jolted open, causing you and Jack to quickly separate as Trevor stood in the doorway. He glanced between the two of you, a wide smile growing across his face as he took in the sight. You both looked rough, your hair messy, clothes not exactly straight. He let a small laugh escape his lips as he held the door open. âNo way.â Was all he said before Jack rolled his eyes, giving Trevor a hit to the shoulder as he made his way back to the living room. You stood there in shock, running a hand through your now frizzy hair as you looked at Trevor. âThat good, huh?â He asked, a sly grin across his face. You rolled your eyes, throwing your hair up into a ponytail as you made your way out of the closet.
âShut up, asshole.â You mumbled, causing a giggle to erupt from Trevor. Trevorâs laugh followed you as you stepped back into the circle, your cheeks burning under the weight of everyoneâs stares. You refused to meet Adelaideâs gaze, knowing her smug smile was probably plastered across her face. Instead, you focused on Jack, who had taken a seat on the couch and was pointedly scrolling through his phone, avoiding eye contact with anyone. You sighed, wanting him to look up for just one second, but his entire face was red and his lips were puffing out. âSo,â you broke the silence. âWho's next?âÂ
Quinn looked up at you, biting the inside of his cheek as Adelaide shifted her weight onto him. âIâm going to bed.â He said flatly before leaving his spot on the couch, Adelaide following close behind, giving you a wink before walking up the stairs. The tension in the air was thick as you took a seat next to Jack, his arm absentmindedly draping over your shoulders which caused your heart to drop. Cole and Trevor both had wide eyes, looking at you and Jack, then to each other. Little by little, everyone made their way out of the house, the party simmering down as you and Jack stayed in your own little world. He scrolled through his phone as your eyes grew tired, falling asleep against his body. Luke took his new âfriendâ up to his room by the end of the night, Bella and Brock left shortly after with Elias following behind, then finally Jesper and Nico passed out on the floor of the kitchen. It was just you, Jack, Cole, and Trevor left downstairs. The living room had quieted down to the faint hum of music playing in the background and the occasional clink of empty bottles being cleaned up. Jackâs arm remained draped over your shoulders, his phone still glowing in his hand as he scrolled absentmindedly. You felt his warmth against your side, your head resting against him as your eyelids grew heavier. Across the room, Trevor and Cole exchanged another round of wide-eyed glances, their smirks only growing. Trevor leaned closer to Cole and muttered something, and Cole stifled a laugh, though it wasnât quiet enough to go unnoticed.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Jack asked, his voice calm but with a hint of annoyance as he finally glanced up from his phone.Â
âOh, nothing,â Trevor replied, feigning innocence, but his grin betrayed him. âJust⊠didnât expect you two to get so close tonight.âÂ
Jack rolled his eyes but didnât move his arm from around you, a fact that clearly wasnât lost on Trevor. âGrow up, Zegras.â
Trevor yawned dramatically, standing up and stretching. âWell, I think thatâs my cue to crash. Try not to do anything weird while Iâm asleep, you two.âÂ
âGo away, Trevor,â you muttered, leaning in closer to Jackâs side. His hand moved to your shoulder, stroking soothing circles with his thumb.
âYou wanna go to bed, Bunny?â He asked quietly, leaning his head against yours. You nodded your head slightly, sitting up to let Jack stand. Jack stood up, offering you a hand to help you off the couch. His movements were slow, almost hesitant, as if he didnât want to disturb the calm bubble the two of you had created. You took his hand, your legs a little wobbly from the unspoken moment in the closet as you followed him toward the stairs. Behind you, Cole gave a low whistle, and Trevor made a mockingly loud kissing sound. âGoodnight, children,â Jack deadpanned, throwing a pillow in their general direction without even turning around. You couldnât help but grin, shaking your head as you climbed the stairs behind Jack. Once you reached the hallway, the noise of Trevor and Coleâs laughter faded, leaving just the sound of your soft footsteps. Jack led you into his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. Without you having to ask, he went to his dresser to pull out a Devils t-shirt and a pair of shorts for you to wear. You smiled at the gesture through your sleepy eyes, taking the clothes from his hand.Â
âI umâŠâ Jack paused, looking towards you as you held the clothes close. âI wanna talk about it.â He said quietly. You smiled at him, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. He followed close behind, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushed against yours as he looked into your eyes, taking your hand in his. âBunny, I-â He took a moment to gather his thoughts, letting out a sigh. âI care about you. Like, a lot.â Vulnerability wiped across his face as you sat next to him, brushing your thumb back and forth on his hand. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his vulnerability washing over you. Jack wasnât someone who usually wore his emotions on his sleeve, and seeing him like this, nervous and sincere, made your chest tighten in the best way.
âI care about you too, Jack,â you said softly, your voice steady even though your heart felt like it was racing.Â
He let out a breath, like heâd been holding it since he started speaking. âI mean, I really care about you,â he clarified, his eyes locking onto yours. âItâs not just⊠I donât know how to explain it. Youâre not just my friend. Youâve never been just my friend.â The room felt impossibly small, the air between you charged with emotions neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. His hand tightened slightly around yours, like he was afraid you might pull away.Â
âJack,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?âÂ
He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I didnât want to mess things up. Youâre my best friend, Bunny. And you always had this annoyingly huge crush on Quinn, which pissed me off more than it should because he just tore you down over and over again. if you didnât feel the same, I didnât want to ruin⊠this.â He gestured vaguely between the two of you, his cheeks tinged pink.Â
You smiled, your thumb continuing to brush against his hand. âYouâre an idiot, you know that?â His brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but you didnât let him. Instead, you leaned in, closing the small gap between you and pressing your lips softly against his. Jack froze for a moment, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what was happening. But then his free hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer as he kissed you back. It wasnât hurried or desperate like before, it was warm and gentle, filled with all the unspoken feelings heâd been holding onto for so long.Â
When you finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, a mix of disbelief and relief written all over his face. âSo⊠does this mean you feel the same?âÂ
You laughed softly, resting your forehead against his. âWhat do you think, genius?â
Jackâs lips curved into a smile, his confidence returning now that the weight of uncertainty had lifted. âI think I shouldâve said something a long time ago.â
âWell,â you teased, your voice light, âbetter late than never.â
He chuckled, leaning back slightly but not letting go of your hand. âSo⊠are you still okay sharing the bed? Or should I take the couch now that this is out in the open?â
You rolled your eyes, standing up to change into the clothes heâd given you. âYouâre not going anywhere, Hughes.â Jack laughed quietly, lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched you.Â
âYes, maâam.â
As you climbed into bed next to him, he pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your waist. For the first time that night, the tension melted away, replaced by a sense of calm and certainty that you hadnât felt before. And as you drifted off to sleep in Jackâs arms, you couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something even better than you couldâve imagined.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN ââ Swimming in Sin
â â pairing: hopkins!paige x oc (dani callan)
â â word count: 6.6K
â â warnings: homophobia, religious themes, mentions of conversation therapy, emotional & physical abuse (itâs not much but if youâre uncomfortable reading it, donât)
â â links: my masterlist, take me to church masterlist
â â authorâs note: imma just leave this here
ITâS MONDAY now, and Dani sits in the passenger seat of Paigeâs car, the engine off but the faint hum of life around them in the parking lot loud enough to feel present. Students mill about the edges of the lot, but the two of them are hidden away in Paigeâs old car. The smell of Paigeâs half-eaten sandwich lingers between them, mingling with the faint scent of Daniâs lavender hand lotion.
Paige slouches dramatically in the driverâs seat, her legs stretched out so far her sneakered feet almost hit the pedals. Her sandwich sits abandoned in her lap, crumbs dotting the fabric of her sweatpants, and her face is twisted into a scowl.
âI mean, two and a half weeks,â Paige groans, leaning her head back against the seat. âItâs so dumb. No leaving the house, no seeing any of my friends, no hanging out with you. What am I, bro, twelve?â
Dani picks at the edges of the granola bar in her hand, peeling back the wrapper bit by bit. She keeps her voice light as she says, âWhatâd you think was gonna happen? He just lets you off the hook? You threw a party, Paigeâand never even tried to get permission. And you were completely wasted.â
Paige rolls her eyes so hard Dani thinks she might actually sprain something. âItâs not like I killed someone,â she mutters. âAnd itâs not like I wasnât gonna clean up after. Besides, you were there to take care of me. He shouldâve been thanking you, not grounding me.â
Dani shakes her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite herself. âI donât think thatâs how he sees it.â
âWell, heâs being dramatic,â Paige insists, sitting up now, her hands gesturing wildly as she speaks. âTwo and a half weeks of this? How am I supposed to not hang out with you for that long? I get separation anxiety!â
Dani shrugs, fighting a smile at the last sentence, though the thought tugs at her too. Sheâs upset about it, of course she is, but sheâd seen this coming. In fact, sheâd half-expected Bob to ban her from their house altogether after Saturday. Two weeks of grounding, in the grand scheme of things, doesnât seem so bad.
âYouâll survive,â Dani says, trying to sound casual even though she knows Paige wonât let it drop that easily. âBesides, itâs only two weeks. And we can still hang out at lunch and in Lit every day. And we can FaceTime whenever you want.â
Paige groans dramatically, as if the suggestion alone is an insult. âBut itâs not the same,â she whines, slumping back against the seat again. âI canât cuddle you over FaceTime, Dani. Or kiss you.â She leans over suddenly, draping herself across the center console so that her head lands against Daniâs shoulder. Dani stiffens for a moment, glancing out the window to make sure no oneâs looking, before relaxing.
âItâs not the same,â Paige repeats, her voice muffled against Daniâs jacket.
Dani sighs, tilting her head down to rest her cheek against the top of Paigeâs head. She feels the familiar weight of her girlfriend pressing against her, grounding her, even as Paige continues to pout. âI know itâs not the same,â Dani says softly.
She shifts, her free hand moving to tilt Paigeâs face up toward hers. Paigeâs blue eyes, always so clear and striking, look impossiblyâand dramaticallyâsad now, and it tugs at something deep in Daniâs chest. She leans in, pressing a light kiss to Paigeâs lips. Itâs quick, barely more than a brush, but itâs enough to feel the way Paige melts against her.
When Dani pulls back, Paige lets out a little whine, her lips still parted as though sheâs waiting for more. Dani grins despite herself, resting her forehead against Paigeâs for a moment. âOnly two weeks,â she murmurs.
âTwo weeks too long,â Paige mutters, her eyes closing as she leans into Daniâs touch.
Dani chuckles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Paigeâs face. âYouâll survive,â she repeats, though this time it feels more like a promise than a statement.
THE DRIVEWAY is quiet as Dani parks, the hum of the engine cutting off abruptly and leaving her in stillness. She exhales, her breath visible in the icy Minnesota night air, and slouches forward for a moment, forehead pressed against the steering wheel. The gymnastics meet had been a long oneânearly three hours of standing, crouching, and angling for the perfect shots. Her back aches, her legs are sore, and all she wants is to crawl into bed and disappear under her blankets.
But thereâs homework waiting, a mountain of it sheâs been putting off. AP Calculus, a Lit essay, and some editing work for the yearbook photos sheâd taken tonight. Dani groans quietly to herself, leaning back in her seat before finally mustering the energy to grab her photography bag from the passenger seat.
The cold hits her immediately as she steps out of the car, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through her sweatshirt and sinking into her skin. She hurries up the walkway, her sneakers crunching against the thin layer of frost on the ground. Her fingers fumble with the keys, and sheâs relieved when the door finally swings open, the familiar warmth of home enveloping her.
Dani kicks off her shoes, letting them fall in a heap by the door, and shrugs off her coat, tossing it onto the rack. Her keys find their place on the hook by the wall, and she drops her photography bag by the entryway, too tired to care about putting it away properly. Her stomach grumbles softly as she pads toward the kitchen, craving something quick and easy before she tackles the rest of her night.
But the second she steps into the kitchen, she freezes.
Her dad is sitting at the table, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes already locked on hers.
The look he gives her is unyielding, sharp enough to cut through the fog of her exhaustion. His mouth is set in a firm line, his jaw tight, and thereâs a weight to his gaze that makes Daniâs stomach twist.
She knows.
She immediately knows.
She doesnât need him to say anything. She doesnât need an explanation. She can feel it in the air between them, heavy and suffocating.
He knows about her and Paige.
Daniâs body goes cold. Itâs not just the March air still clinging to her from outside, nor the exhaustion weighing her limbs from the long day. This is something else entirelyâsomething that feels like dread pooling in the pit of her stomach, clawing its way up her throat.
She forces herself to meet her dadâs eyes, but itâs like staring into a stormâchaos barely contained behind the sharp lines of his face, his clenched jaw, his rigid posture. Heâs keeping his tone measured, his voice low, but somehow that makes it worse. Scarier, almost, than if he were yelling at her.
When he gestures to the chair across from him and says, âI think we should have a talk,â her legs nearly buckle.
Her hands are trembling as she pulls out the chair and sinks into it. She sits on the edge of the seat, stiff and awkward, her fingers finding their way to the edge of the table to anchor herself. It doesnât feel real. It canât be real. This isnât happeningânot here, not now. But the look on his face tells her otherwise.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, that the thing sheâs feared the worst over the past few months is finally coming true.
âI was talking to Beauâs father earlier today,â Daniâs father begins, his voice cool and detached. âYou knowâyour apparent boyfriend.â
The way he spits the word out makes Dani flinch, her nails digging into the underside of the table. Her heart pounds so loudly sheâs sure he can hear it. She doesnât know what to say, so she says nothing.
âI hadnât gotten the chance to talk to him since the fall,â he continues. âYou know, since he switched companies and we no longer worked together. But today, he told me some very⊠interesting things.â
His eyes are sharp as they pin her in place, his words deliberate. âDo you want to know what they are?â
Dani canât respond. Her throat is dry, her chest tight, and the room feels like itâs closing in on her. She can only stare at the table, her fingers now nervously picking at her nails beneath it.
When she doesnât answer, he presses, his voice dropping to something sharper. âExcept, I think you already know what they are, Danielle. So, do you want to tell me yourself?â
Daniâs breath catches. Every instinct tells her to run, to get up and leave before this gets worse, but her body is frozen, glued to the chair. Her father is watching her so intently, waiting for her to break, and she doesnât know how much longer she can hold it together.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself to speak. Her voice is small, barely audible. âBeau and I broke up.â
The admission feels like a death sentence, but she canât take it back now.
Her dadâs laugh is cold, devoid of any humor, and it makes her stomach churn. âYeah, you did,â he says, his tone dripping with disdain. âIn November, apparently. Over four fucking months ago, Danielle!â
He slams his fist against the table, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot. Dani jumps, her pulse skyrocketing, and the first sting of tears pricks at her eyes.
âI justâŠâ she begins, her voice breaking, âI didnât want to disappoint you.â
âDisappoint me?â he repeats, his laughter sharper this time, almost unhinged. âOh, we havenât even scratched the surface on that.â
Dani canât bring herself to look at him anymore. She stares at her lap, blinking back tears, wishing she could disappear.
âYou want to know the most interesting thing Mr. Hudson told me today?â he says, his voice cutting through the silence.
Dani doesnât answer, but he doesnât seem to care.
âHe told me that Beau said you broke up with him for a girl.â
The words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. He lets them settle, lets them twist like a knife in her chest before he repeats himself, his voice dripping with disgust.
âA girl.â
Paige.
Daniâs lungs constrict as her dadâs words pile onto her like stones, each one heavier than the last. Her heart pounds so loudly in her ears she can barely hear him, but the venom in his voice is unmistakable.
âI didnât want to believe him. Not even a little bit,â he says, his voice trembling now, teetering on the edge of something raw. He shakes his head, as if trying to erase the very idea from his mind. âI couldnât help but think to myself that no, my little girl wouldnât do thisânot again. I thought youâd learned your lesson, gotten past these types of things.â
Her stomach twists violently at the phrase these types of things, a wave of shame and dread crashing over her. She canât meet his eyes anymore. She focuses on a crack in the table, blinking furiously to keep her vision clear. But it doesnât work. A tear slips down her cheek, then another. She wipes at them quickly, desperate to hide any sign of weakness.
âI thought that maybe the Hudson boy made this up,â he continues, his tone brittle, almost pleading. âTo save face, you know? To make himself feel better about the breakup. I refused to believe it because Iâve been so proud of you, Danielle. So proud of all the progress youâve made.â
His voice breaks on the last word, and itâs like a knife twisting in her gut. She feels the weight of his disappointment like an iron shackle around her neck, dragging her down.
And then he drops the pretense of restraint entirely. âBut I came home,â he says, his voice growing sharper, harder. âI needed to figure it out for myself. So I went up to your bedroom and looked around. And sure enough, Beau Hudson was telling the truth. You did leave him for a girl. The same girl you nearly ruined your life for last summer!â
Daniâs breath hitches, panic clawing at her chest as he pulls items off the chair beside him, tossing them onto the table like damning evidence in a courtroom.
A Hopkins basketball sweatshirt. Paigeâs sweatshirt. He mustâve found it in her closet.
The printed photo from last weekâs state championship, where Paigeâs mom had insisted on taking a picture of the two of them. In it, Dani and Paige are standing close, too close, their smiles wide and happy, the kind that only come from people who are comfortable in each otherâs orbit. Their shoulders are pressed together, and Paigeâs hand is wrapped around Daniâs waist.
A folded note with the initials PB scribbled on the front, the one Paige had slipped into her photography bag last week after practice.
More things follow: a pressed flower Paige had given her after a walk in the park, a ticket stub from the movie theyâd gone to see together last month, a journal entry about Paige that Dani had foolishly writtenâher father mustâve ripped the page from the notebook. Itâs all so mundane, these little artifacts of their relationship, but to her dad, theyâre something else entirely.
All the air seems to leave Daniâs body as she stares at the pile. Thereâs no way out of this. None. Heâs found everything.
Her dad begins pacing, his hand dragging down his face as his breathing grows heavier. His movements are frantic now, like heâs trying to physically outrun his own fury. He seems to be losing himself, his voice starting to rise, too.
âI thought we were past all of this!â he shouts, octaves echoing off the walls. âI thought youâd learned! I thought youâd grown! But here we are, right back at square one, and youâre still the same little sinner, getting caught up in all this gay bullshit again. Itâs disgusting, Danielle.â
The words hit her like a slap to the face. She feels her cheeks burn, but itâs not from anger. Itâs from humiliation, from the sheer weight of hearing him say the words out loud, like her existence is something filthy, something shameful.
Her breathing quickens, shallow and erratic, as he barrels on.
âI sent you to camp!â he yells, gesturing wildly as if the memory of it alone should be enough to set her straight. Truthfully, it might. âThey told me they fixed you. They told me you got better, that you understood the weight of your actions, the power of God.â He pauses, running both hands through his hair, his eyes wide and wild. âI mean, Jesus Christ, Dani, Iâm really gonna have to send you back there. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for you? That youâre gonna have to be sent back for a round two because you couldnât get it through your thick fucking skull the first time?â
âNo,â Dani whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pulse roaring in her ears.
Her dad doesnât hear herâor doesnât care.
âI sacrificed so much to send you there!â he continues, his voice rising again. âAnd for what? For you to come back and make a mockery of this family all over again?â
âPlease, no,â Dani says again, louder this time, but her voice wavers and cracks.
She can feel herself spiraling. Her hands shake uncontrollably as she grips the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. She canât go back to camp. She canât.
The memory of it flashes in her mindâcold, sterile rooms; endless hours of lectures about sin and shame; the suffocating, unrelenting pressure to repent for something she doesnât even think is wrong. The thought of being trapped there again, of losing herself completely this time, is unbearable.
Dani feels herself sinking, her fatherâs tirade muffling into a dull roar as the panic grips her fully. Her breaths are shallow, too quick, and the edges of her vision start to darken. She clutches at the back of the chair, trying to steady herself, but the weight of his words is unbearable.
Not again. I canât go back.
But his voice cuts through her spiraling thoughts like a blade. âDo you hear me, Danielle?â he shouts, slamming a hand onto the counter. âYouâre going back. I donât care what it takes. You need to fucking learn the severity of the sins youâve been swimming in! Iâll send you on the next flight if I have to!â
The words snap something in her, a thread pulled too tight finally breaking. Her mind drags her back, unwillingly, to that first day at camp.
JUNE 2019
The air inside Mrs. Keatingâs office is thick and stifling, a mix of lavender and cleaning solution that seems calculated to force calm. Dani sits in the chair across from her assigned counselor, her shoulders curled inward and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She doesnât meet Mrs. Keatingâs eyes, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the wall behind her.
Mrs. Keating looks calm, unnervingly so. Sheâs an older woman, her hair pinned back into a severe bun, her glasses perched neatly on her nose. Thereâs nothing about her that invites warmth or softness.
Sheâs quiet for a moment, studying Dani like sheâs some kind of puzzle to be solved. âDo you know why youâre here, Danielle?â she asks finally, her voice calm and deliberate.
Dani shrugs, her movements small and tense. âNot sure,â she says, her tone clipped.
Mrs. Keating tilts her head slightly, like sheâs trying to peer inside Daniâs mind. âYouâre here because your actions have led you down a path of sin. A path that separates you from your family, from your faith, and from God.â
The words sit heavily in the room, and Dani shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Her pulse is steady but loud in her ears, and she can feel the way her body tightens at the mention of God. Itâs always God with them. Like Heâs some weapon to wield against her, not some presence sheâs ever known to feel safe or loved by.
âI havenât done anything wrong,â Dani says after a long pause. Her voice is soft, almost apologetic, but thereâs a firmness beneath it.
Mrs. Keating nods slowly, as though she expected the answer. âYou believe that because the enemyâthe Devilâhas planted lies in your heart, Danielle. Lies that make what youâve done feel natural, even good. But deep down, you know that itâs not. Thatâs why you feel guilt, isnât it?â
Dani swallows hard. She doesnât feel guiltânot about Paige, anyway. Thereâs guilt about other things, sure. About being sent here. About what itâs doing to her dad, about how sheâs made everything so messy and complicated. But not about Paige.
Still, the way Mrs. Keating speaks gets under her skin. Itâs calm, calculated. Like sheâs dissecting Dani piece by piece and cataloging her flaws for some case study. Dani hates it. It makes her feel small. Exposed.
âI donât feel guilty,â Dani says, but the words come out quieter than she intended. Sheâs not sure she even believes them.
âOf course you do,â Mrs. Keating counters smoothly, leaning forward slightly. âIf you didnât, you wouldnât be here. Your father wouldnât have sent you.â
That makes Dani flinch. Her father. The sharp sting of his disappointment still weighs heavily on her chest, pressing down in a way she canât escape. His face when heâd told her she was going to camp had been full of anger, yes, but there had been something worse beneath itâsomething that looked like shame.
He hadnât even looked at her when he dropped her off.
âI donât want to talk about this,â Dani mutters, her voice barely above a whisper.
âWeâre going to talk about it, Danielle,â Mrs. Keating says, her tone firm but still devoid of emotion. âBecause this is the first step. You have to face the reality of your actions if youâre ever going to heal.â
Daniâs hands tighten in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. âThereâs nothing to heal from,â she says, more forcefully this time before repeating, âI didnât do anything wrong.â
Mrs. Keating doesnât respond immediately. Instead, she sits back in her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on Dani like sheâs waiting for something. Dani shifts under the weight of her gaze, but she doesnât break the silence.
Finally, Mrs. Keating speaks. âTell me about the girl.â
Daniâs chest tightens. She doesnât look up.
âThe one your father mentioned,â Mrs. Keating presses. âThe one who led you astray.â
âShe didnât lead me astray,â Dani protests quickly, the words tumbling out before she can stop them.
Mrs. Keating doesnât react to the outburst. âSo you do feel something for her, then.â
Dani freezes, her stomach twisting into knots. She doesnât know how to navigate this, doesnât know what answer wonât be used against her later.
After a moment, she settles for, âThereâs nothing wrong with me. Nothing. Paige isnât wrong. What we had isnât wrong.â Her tone is slightly more argumentative, more confrontational than usual. But sheâs been sent to this unfamiliar, scary fucking place so she supposes she has a right to.
âWhat you had,â Mrs. Keating repeats, leaning forward slightly. âYou speak as though itâs in the past. Is that because you already know it cannot last? That it is not sustainable?â
Daniâs jaw tightens, her teeth grinding together. She doesnât say anything, doesnât trust herself to speak without snapping. She can feel her nails biting into her skin, but the sharp pain is grounding. It keeps her from falling apart completely.
Mrs. Keating takes the silence as an opening. âThis is a safe space, Danielle. You can be honest here. Talk to me.â
Dani doesnât talk to her. She doesnât talk at all. She looks away, her gaze zeroing in on a jagged pattern on the wood flooring, eyes wide and unblinking. Her eyes burn, but she wonât let Keating see her cry. She wonât give her that satisfaction. She refuses.
Eventually, Mrs. Keating stands, the movement slow and deliberate. She walks around the desk and stops in front of Dani, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Dani stiffens at the contact, trying to shrug the hand off, but Mrs. Keatingâs grip is firm. It doesnât hurt, not quite, but it feels invasive.
âYou have a lot to learn here, Danielle Callan,â Mrs. Keating says quietly, her voice unshakable. âBut thatâs why youâre here. To learn. And you will.â
THE MEMORY lingers in Daniâs mind like a weight she canât shake, thick and suffocating. Mrs. Keatingâs calm voice echoes in her head, the grip on her shoulder a phantom pressure she swears she can still feel. She shakes her head slightly, trying to dislodge the thought, but it refuses to leave.
She canât do it.
She canât do it again.
Her dadâs voice cuts through her thoughts, sharp and furious. Heâs been yelling for what feels like forever, pacing the length of the living room with heavy, deliberate steps. Every word he spits out feels like a lash against her skin, each syllable steeped in anger, in disbelief, in the kind of disappointment that makes Dani feel impossibly small.
âHow could you do this to us again?â he barks, throwing his arms up. âAfter everything we went through, after everything you went throughâthis is how you repay us? By⊠by flaunting it like this? You didnât even try to hide it this time, Danielle!â
Dani winces at his words, each one sinking into her chest like a stone. She stays seated on the hard chair, her hands balling into fists on her thighs. Her fingernails bite into her palms, the sharp sting grounding her, keeping her from unraveling completely.
He stops pacing suddenly, turning to face her with his hands on his hips. His eyes burn with conviction, his expression a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â he demands.
Daniâs breath catches in her throat. She canât hold his gaze for long, canât stand the way heâs looking at her, like sheâs some broken thing he canât figure out how to fix. Her eyes drop to her lap, and she shifts uncomfortably in the chair.
Her throat feels tight, her eyes burning with the threat of tears she refuses to let fall. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. âI donâtâIâŠâ she starts, trying to force the words out. âI canât be fixed, Dad. This isnât something thatâs fixable.â
The silence that follows is heavy, almost unbearable. She risks a glance at him, but his face is unreadable now, his mouth a firm line, his eyes locked on her.
So she keeps going, her voice trembling but steady enough to push through. âI didnât choose to like other girlsâlike Paigeâlike that. It just⊠happened. I was born like this. Iâve had these thoughts since I was little. I canât be fixed, canât be changed. Theâthe âgayâ stuff youâre talking about canât just be prayed away.â
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Dani thinks maybe, just maybe, heâs heard her. But then he straightens, his expression hardening, and he shakes his head. âYou didnât try hard enough,â he says firmly, his voice like steel. âYou werenât at camp long enough.â
The words ignite something in Dani, something sharp and bitter and raw. Her head snaps up, and for the first time, she meets his gaze head-on, her eyes flashing. Her voice is louder now, trembling with emotion she canât contain.
âI did try!â she says, standing up as the chair scrapes against the wooden floor. âI tried so hard! I didnât talk to Paige for months; I completely pushed her away. I dated Beau like you wanted me to. I did everything that was supposed to be right! And I was miserable for every second of it!â
Her voice cracks, and she feels the tears spill over now, hot and relentless. She swipes at them angrily but keeps going, because she has to. Because if she doesnât, she might never say it again.
âI wasnât happy that way!â she cries, her voice breaking with the weight of it all. âCanât you just let me be happy, Dad?â
The tears come harder now, blurring her vision as she stares at him, her chest heaving with every breath. Sheâs willing him to understand, willing him to hear her, because all she wantsâall she wantsâis to be happy.
But the silence stretches on, suffocating, and Daniâs heart feels like itâs breaking all over again.
Daniâs dad stares at her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as if heâs physically restraining himself from exploding again. His gaze feels like itâs drilling into her, searching for something, as if the right words might pull her back into the version of herself heâs convinced sheâs lost.
Dani meets his eyes, even though everything in her screams to look away. Theyâre both standing now, face to face, close enough that she can see the tight lines of his jaw, the furrow between his brows that only deepens the longer he looks at her.
For a moment, she thinks maybe heâs going to soften, maybe heâll finally hear her. But then his face hardens all over again, and his voice comes out sharp, slicing through the fragile silence.
âThis is a sin,â he snaps, the words like venom on his tongue. âYou think you know better than God? You think this is how He made you?â He throws up his hands, his voice rising with every word. âNo, Danielle, you were not born this way. You were fine until⊠until her.â
Daniâs stomach drops. She doesnât have to ask who he means.
He doesnât stop. âItâs that Bueckers girl! She did this to youâsheâs the one who ruined you!â
âNo, she wasnât!â Dani yells, her voice breaking halfway through. Her hands shake at her sides as she takes a step closer, her eyes wide and pleading. âDad, no! Everything she did, I did too! There was no⊠no influence, no manipulation! Iâm telling you, this isnât something you or anyone else can fix!â
But heâs already shaking his head furiously, his expression twisting into something cruel. âIt can be fixed!â he shouts back, his voice booming in the small space. âI refuse to watch you go to hell over this! I refuse, do you hear me? Youâre gonna go back to that camp, and theyâre gonna help you, and youâre gonna stay long enough this time to be saved, I swear it!â
Dani feels like the floor is falling out from under her. âIâm not going back there!â she protests, her voice cracking with desperation. She thinks her nails might be digging so harsh into her that itâll draw blood. She doesnât care.
âOh, yes, you will!â he yells back, his eyes flashing with a fire sheâs never seen before.
âYou canât make me!â she throws back, her voice raw.
For all his negative words directed at her, all the screaming and yelling, all the accusationsâthereâs always been something thatâs held him back from ever going past using his words. Heâs never dared lay a hand on his daughter. But whatever that something was that stopped him has clearly been thrown out the window.
Itâs so fast she almost doesnât process it. His hand comes down, hard, across her face. The sound of the slap reverberates in the room, sharp and deafening, cutting through the air like a whip.
Her head jerks to the side from the force of it, her cheek immediately stinging, a fiery burn spreading across her skin. For a second, she canât breathe, canât think, canât do anything but stand there, frozen.
Her hand comes up slowly, almost instinctively, to press against the spot where he struck her. Her palm is shaking as it touches her face, as if to confirm the reality of what just happened.
She stares at him, wide-eyed, her vision blurring with tears she refuses to let fall. Thereâs something unfamiliar in his eyes now, a look sheâs never seen before, and it chills her to her core.
Disbelief crashes over her like a wave, drowning out everything else. She doesnât move, doesnât speak, just stands there, her heart pounding in her ears, the sting on her cheek the only thing grounding her in the moment.
For a moment, Dani stands frozen, her mind struggling to catch up with her body. Her breath is shallow and ragged, her chest heaving like sheâs run a marathon. Some people freeze in fear, others run. Fight or flightâitâs instinctual. And Dani has always been the kind to freeze up.
But the fear in her now is different, deeper, and it sinks into her chest like a weight she canât dislodge. Itâs not the kind of fear that paralyzesâitâs the kind that propels. She canât stay here. Not with him like this. Not when she doesnât know what heâll do next.
Her gaze darts to the table, where her phone lies just within reach, and she finally forces her limbs into action. Her hand trembles as she lunges for it, but before her fingers can graze the sleek surface, her dadâs hand intercepts her.
âDadâwaitââ
Her words barely leave her mouth before he wrenches the phone away. She watches, helpless, as he hurls it across the kitchen with a furious motion. The phone hits the tile floor with a sickening crack, the sound cutting through her like a blade. Bits of glass scatter, catching the light, and the air feels heavier, oppressive, as if the walls themselves are closing in.
Dani lets out a strangled sob, the sound escaping her throat without permission. She takes a step back, and then another, her hands coming up instinctively to shield herself. Her back bumps against the edge of the counter, and she feels trapped, like an animal cornered by its predator.
Her fatherâs voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding. âDo you hear me, Danielle?â
His tone isnât loud anymore, but itâs worse that way. The quiet intensity of it crawls under her skin and wraps around her chest like a vice. She canât look at him. Sheâs too scared of what she might see. Instead, her eyes dart toward the shattered remnants of her phone, then back to the floor, her body trembling.
âDad, please,â she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her throat feels raw, her words choked by the tears sheâs holding back. âYouâre scaring me. Please, justâjust stop.â
But he doesnât stop. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate, until heâs towering over her. Dani flinches as his hands reach out, but he doesnât hit her again. Instead, his fingers clamp down on her shoulders, firm and unyielding.
âYouâre going back tomorrow,â he says, his face mere inches from hers. His voice is calm now, too calm, but every syllable lands like a blow. âYouâre going back. And youâre staying there until they fix you.â
Dani tries to shake her head, tries to move away from his grip, but he holds her in place. Her tears spill freely now, hot trails streaking down her cheeks.
âI canât,â she chokes out, her voice cracking. âI canât go back there. You donât understand. I canât do it again.â
âYou donât have a choice,â he snaps, his grip tightening. âGo upstairs. Pack your things.â
His words slam into her like a physical force, and she feels herself crumbling beneath the weight of them. Sheâs trembling, her knees weak, but she doesnât move.
âDad, Iââ
âNo.â His voice is steel. âDo you hear me, Danielle? Do what I said. Now.â
The intensity in his eyes pierces through her, and for a moment, all she can do is stare back at him, tears blurring her vision. She feels so small, so powerless, her body shrinking under the weight of his anger. The room is suffocating, the air thick and unrelenting.
When she finally finds her voice again, it comes out soft and broken. âI donât want to go back.â
Her father doesnât answer. He just stares at her, his expression set, his hands still gripping her shoulders as if holding her in place. The silence stretches between them, heavy and unyielding, and Dani feels herself breaking under it.
Dani doesnât think; she just moves. Her fatherâs grip isnât as strong as his words, and she twists out of it with a force she didnât know she had. Her pulse pounds in her ears as she spots the keys hanging on the small hook by the door. Theyâre so closeâjust a couple of feet away.
She can make it. She has to make it.
Her body acts before her mind can catch up, surging forward. Her dadâs hands grab at her, but she slips free, adrenaline pushing her faster than his reaction time. Her fingers curl around the cool metal of her car keys, and she yanks the front door open in one motion. The air outside is cold and sharp, but she barely notices as she sprints out onto the porch and down the driveway, her socks sliding slightly on the concrete.
âDani!â her fatherâs voice bellows behind her, furious and disbelieving.
She doesnât stop. She canât. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and the ache in her chest is overwhelming, but her body doesnât let her pause. The car is right there.
She reaches it just as he does, her hands fumbling to open the door. Her fatherâs voice is louder now, closer, almost on top of her. âDanielle! Stop this right now!â
But she doesnât stop. She slides into the driverâs seat, slams the door shut, and locks it in one fluid motion. Her hands are shaking so violently she can barely grip the steering wheel, but she manages to press the ignition button.
Her dad is at the window now, his face red and furious, his voice muffled but still terrifyingly clear through the glass. âThis is my car!â he yells, banging on the window. âI pay for it! Get out right now!â
Dani canât look at him. She keeps her eyes straight ahead, her vision blurred with tears. Her whole body is trembling, her hands slipping on the wheel as she shifts into reverse.
âDanielle!â His fist slams against the glass again, making her jump, but she doesnât let it stop her.
The car jerks as she pulls out of the driveway too fast, the tires screeching slightly against the pavement. She doesnât care. Her dadâs voice fades into the background as she speeds down the street, her hands gripping the wheel so tightly her knuckles turn white.
She doesnât look back. Not at him, not at the house, not at the neighborhood sheâs known her entire life.
Her chest feels like itâs caving in, her breath coming in shallow bursts. Sheâs crying so hard she can barely see, her tears mixing with the streaks of rain on the windshield. Everything feels blurry, distorted, like sheâs underwater and the world is pressing in on all sides.
Her mind races as fast as the car. The words he said replay over and over, looping endlessly until they feel burned into her brain. Youâre going back. You need to be fixed. I refuse to watch you go to hell.
Her dadâs voice has always been loud, always sharp, but this⊠this was different. Because for the first time in her life, Dani was scared of him. Truly, bone-deep scared. Not just of what he might have said to her, but what he might have done to her.
The thought of going back to camp makes her stomach churn violently. She can still hear the echo of Mrs. Keatingâs voice in her head, those sickly sweet tones that masked something far darker. She can feel the weight of the prayers, the way they crushed her under their expectations, as if forcing her into a mold she could never fit.
I canât go back there, she thinks, the words looping through her head like a desperate mantra. I canât. I canât. I canât.
Her fingers tighten on the wheel, and she forces herself to focus on the road in front of her, though she has no idea where sheâs going. The streets blur together, familiar landmarks passing by unnoticed. In the back of her mind, she knows she should have a plan, but right now, all she can do is drive.
In an ideal world, sheâd go to Paigeâs. Paige would know what to do. Paige always knows what to do. But Dani canât. Paigeâs house is too close, just one door down. Her dad wouldâve followed her there in a heartbeat, and Paige is already in trouble enough as it is.
She lets out a shaky sob, her shoulders heaving as she turns onto a random street. The car feels too big and too small all at once, the silence inside it deafening. Sheâs not even sure how far sheâs gone, but it doesnât matter. The tears donât stop.
Her hands are shaking so badly that she has to pull over, the car screeching to a halt on the side of a dimly lit road. She sits there, gripping the wheel as though itâs the only thing tethering her to reality, her body trembling with the force of her sobs.
Dani feels lostânowhere to go, nothing in front of her.
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this is my first time hearing of this so i dont know if theres like some other context related to this im missing (or if this message just happened out of the blue) but i dont really wanna know either way.
^^^ but all points in this are valid (the reblogged post i mean)
i would like to at least hold out hope that nothing bad happened until it is confirmed (do not ask them what happened, im sure its stressful as it is) but that is not to say that i invalidate the people who spoke up because im sure they have their reasons too but we do not know what happened and we cannot know what (again do not ask what, we are not entitled to that information)
i want to believe in both sides. i don't want to end up being the kind of person who doesn't believe in a victim or is against a person who didn't actually do anything wrong, so im going to be patient and if nothing ever gets said about it thats fine too
do not speculate. what comes out of it could be aiming pitchforks at someone who didn't do what you think they did, or bringing out someone's trauma over something all over again because you want to know or you think oh maybe this could be why so and so happened
this is my own opinion, but id say to withhold any judgment and thought you might have on this until we get a confirmation. this is not to say that you can do whatever you want with this information after, because that is not true at all.
feeling uncomfortable regarding it is valid, im not saying you cant have your own opinions over it, id just prefer it if people could treat this sensitively, and with respect for the other members to not try to find out more then what has been shared, nor overly target people over something you do not have confirmation over
im sorry as ive been repeating points a lot, but ive seen people acting really disrespectfully to all the people involved in something similar to this because they want to know, but they do it with zero regard for the person on the other side of the screen
(this is more referring to people asking those who were friends to that person about it but it was a really bad situation overall, and they were attacking them when they didn't get a response out fast enough without considering that they'd just learned that someone they cared about was a terrible person and needed time to process that. now in this case its not fully confirmed but i really dont want to see that happen again.)
^ updating my response above, as there is a doc with information about what happened which i noticed in one of the comments on the original post. i just wasnt sure if something really bad happened considering the vague statement in the twitter post but considering its been spoken out now of what happened i can safely conclude that hes probably not innocent (understatement). (again, please do not hound the victims nor the hermits on information about this)
i just didnt wanna assume anything. this isnt to say that i didnt trust in what evidence they saw that made them conclude that the accusations were credible, it was just worded in a way that sounded very vague, and as a person who would like to see the goodness in everyone i tend to stay in denial about these kinds of things because i want to believe that they are not that kind of person, at the very least until its either admitted by the guilty party, or theres a credible statement from the victim
also it might feel like im understating things with how i describe them, thats my bad. i usually describe things in swear words but considering hermitcraft has a mainly young audience im trying not to and it also feels a little inappropriate over a serious topic. but it means i default to referring to something as 'bad' or 'not so good' which can come off as like im trying to make it seem not as bad as it actually is which isn't true at all. im just trying to be really careful about how i word things or what i say considering this is a serious topic but it means im not sure how to describe it so i end up going with what i default to outside of swears.
um. also please dont go asking for proof from the people affected nor the hermits cause i really dont think its appropriate and could lead to triggering them further. its also very personal.
i emphasize my point as a person who has also gone through bad things, and trying to look back through those old messages were really triggering and it was just not a good time. i imagine it was rough enough to get screenshots of what they did get so please leave it alone. they went through the trouble of sharing it in public, you are not entitled to more
and i get it might be rough to trust CCs after having your trust broken with one being revealed to be a bad person but PLEASE do not accuse other CCs of the same behavior. they are just as shaken as you that someone they thought they knew could be like that. please leave them alone, thank you.
PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND:
we, as fans, do not have a right to private information. anything shared with us on this is a privilege. please do not abuse it. the cc's could shut down and never talk about it if we overwhelm them.
also, please keep in mind that ONE HERMIT and THE ENTIRETY OF HERMITCRAFT are NOT THE SAME THING. the entire fandom is not 'ruined' or 'completely unsafe' because of the actions of one person.
PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME THAT THE OTHER HERMITS KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT WHATEVER'S GOING ON WITH ISKALL. this is not some big conspiracy, it's the consequences of one person's actions. they weren't hiding this from us, that's not how hermitcraft works, they truly didn't know. they probably knew as much as us about this, so making it an 'us against them' situation is immature and shortsighted.
ALSO, I AM BEGGING EVERYONE TO PLEASE NOT SENSATIONALIZE THIS. PLEASE DO NOT TURN HATING ISKALL INTO A MEME OR A JOKE.
mcyt'ers being revealed to be less-than-great people is not a rare thing, sadly, but i've seen it turned into a joke/meme/trend in other fandoms. this both minimalizes the actual people's/victims' struggles, makes the entire situation feel less serious than it is, especially to outsiders looking in, and makes everyone in the fandom look immature, petty, unable to take anything seriously, and genuinely harmful.
this server, fandom, and community are not dying, it is not ruined forever, this is one (major, i'm not trying to minimalize it) issue that we're currently dealing with. it will be okay. we will move on. this is not the beginning of the end. please calm down. i love this fandom, god bless all of you. <3
edit: doc has said on stream that we will likely get more information as time passes. like i said, this is a PRIVILEGE. we are not OWED information. please be grateful for what we're given, and POLITELY ask questions if you must. if a cc doesn't give you the answer you want, or doesn't answer at all, LEAVE THEM ALONE. THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO HARASS PEOPLE. the hermits are likely just as stressed out as us, if not probably more so, so please keep that in mind when contacting them.
don't freak out, we'll be okay, this is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of Hermitcraft. we will be okay.
second edit: please remember that (at least as far as we know) ISKALL AND STRESS WERE NOT KICKED OR BANNED. THEY LEFT OF THEIR OWN VOLITION.
ALSO!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!
WE. DO. NOT. KNOW. EXACTLY. WHAT. HAPPENED.
PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME ANYTHING SIMPLY BASED OFF OF OTHER MCYT'ERS PAST ACTIONS/SCANDALS. WE DO NOT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE MIGHT NOT EVER KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE NEED TO BE OKAY WITH THAT AND NOT DRAW OUR OWN CONCLUSIONS.
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off the court
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
themes: jealousy, angst, pining
word count: 3.1k
tw: alcohol use, swearing
a/n: hii my lovelyâs! i honestly dk how i feel about this chapter, but i hope u guys enjoy it regardless. also please ignore the shift from past to present tense đ i realized i fucked it up like mid way thru but oh well! the movies i mentioned are also so good GO WATCH EM. and if u cant tell i love blushing i find it so cutesy. ALSO ONE SHOT IDEAS PLEASEEEEE. anyway, enjoy and hope yâall have a good week!
CHAPTER THREE
paige has a problem. it wasnât that her aim was off, causing her to miss shot after shot. it wasnât that her coach was yelling at her to get her head in the game. no, it wasnât any of that. it was the fact paige couldnât stop thinking about the curly brunette, even if her life depended on it.
ever since practice a few days ago, when azziâs body was flush against hers, azzi had owned paigeâs mind. and since her head is elsewhere, she failed to focus on everything else, especially basketball.
âwhatâs wrong with you?â nika asks paige, confused as to why her game was off, which is extremely rare for her.
without basketball, paige had nothing. basketball gave paige life, ever since a young age. even after trying other sports, her heart was always set on basketball. so when paigeâs game had been acting up, it made her teammates, as well as coaches, confused.
paige glances at nika, âwhat? nothing.â
nika gave paige a donât bullshit me look, âpaige, cmon. youâve been missing shots all day. somethingâs gotta be up.â
paige didnât, wouldnât tell nika about paigeâs tiny issue. âi donât know. bad day, i guess.â
âwell get your shit together. we need you for tomorrowâs game.â
paige looks over at azzi, who was on the opposite side of the gym with caroline, âdonât worry, i will.â
later that night, paige was already laying in bed when her phone buzzes. it was a text from aubrey, asking the team group chat if anyone wanted to hang.
dorka, paigeâs roommate, was already quietly sleeping on the opposite side of the room. paige looks at the time, 9:41 pm; she figured hanging out with her friends wasnât the worst idea.
paige soon arrives at aubreyâs dorm. she opens the door to find a variety of her teammates; nika was seated on aubreyâs bed along with aubrey, lou was on the floor, while azzi and caroline were on janaâs bed, who wasnât present.
fuck. of course azzi would show up, despite it being late at night. it was as if azzi somehow knew paige had been thinking about her- appearing just to torment her.
the two met eyes, paige held eye contact a tad longer than she normally would. heat creeped up azziâs neck.
since there wasnât much room on either beds, paige slumps against the bed azzi was sitting on.
âso what were yâall doing before i came in?â paige questions her teammates.
âtrying to decide on a movie, but nobody is agreeing,â nika replies, annoyance in her voice.
âi say we watch sheâs the man, but everyone here doesnât have good taste, so nobody agrees with me,â aubrey says, rolling her eyes.
paige turns her head up to azzi, âwhat was your suggestion?â
azzi was caught off guard by paigeâs question, âuh, i said about time.â
âoh my god, i love that movie. i agree with azzi,â paige announces.
azzi was shocked, to say the least. she never imagined a world where paige would agree with her.
they settle on about time. nika grabbed a few snacks and passed them around, while lou brought a few drinks in from the tiny kitchen.
a couple minutes into the film, paige grew uncomfortable with her spot on the ground. azzi noticed it by the constant shifting she had been doing. azzi reaches down to tap paigeâs shoulder.
âyou can come up here if youâre uncomfortable,â azzi whispers so the others wouldnât be disturbed, while softly patting the spot next to her on the bed.
paige notices that her and carol had already shifted down, making room for paige. her lips curled into a small smile.
without a second thought, paige lifts from the floor and gently sets herself next to azzi, thighs nearly touching.
âthanks,â paige whispers. azzi simply nodded her head.
throughout the movie, paigeâs thigh would occasionally graze azziâs, sending butterflies to her stomach. there was a spark between the two, surely azzi felt it too.
caroline passes a bag of popcorn over to azzi, who instantly begins consuming it.
âcan i have some?â paige questions lightly so she didnât cause distractions for the others.
âof course,â azzi smiles, placing the popcorn in the middle of them.
their hands would graze while both going for the popcorn, paige let her touch linger longer than she should. she knew better. but her secret azzi fudd obsession got the better of her.
âsorry,â paige mutters, pulling her hand away after embarrassment covered her features.
âi donât mind,â azzi looks at paige, a soft expression on her face.
paige had always been beautiful to azzi, but in this lighting, in aubreyâs small dorm, sitting on the same bed, mere inches apart, paige looked unreal. her blonde hair was the perfect kind of messy, lips were light pink, eyes so blue that they were practically transparent. paigeâs cheeks flush at azziâs eyes solely focused on her.
âokay guys! iâm exhausted, iâll see yâall tomorrow,â nika jumps up from her spot, causing heads to look over at her.
paige and azzi took their attention away from each other, despite it being the hardest thing paige had to do.
âyeah, i should go too,â azzi agrees, beginning to move off the bed.
âsame,â paige says, also moving from her spot.
the three say their goodbyes before leaving out aubreyâs dorm door. during the short walk down the hallway, the girls discuss their excitement for the first game of the season. they came to the end of the hall, where they could go either left, right, or continue straight. nika headed straight, off to her room. paige was going left, while azzi was going right. but both didnât make any hints to move yet.
paige leans against the wall, azzi mimics her by doing the same on the opposite wall. a small smile crept onto her lips.
âyou ready for tomorrowâs game?â paige questions the younger girl.
âbeyond ready,â azziâs smile only grows. sheâs been waiting for this moment since before she could remember; her very first game in college basketball.
âyou better be. iâm definitely gonna need you,â paige says without thinking. her eyes widen at her use of iâm. âwe, i mean.â
azziâs cheeks redden at paigeâs comment about her needing azzi. not the team- her, accident or not.
âare you ready? you seemed kinda distracted at practice,â azzi brings up.
âiâm fine,â paige says harsher than she meant.
not wanting to deal with paigeâs attitude, azzi sighs, âalright. see you tomorrow.â
paige desperately wanted azzi to stay with her. she wanted to grab her by the hand and pull her close; but she knew she couldnât do that.
âyeah, see ya.â
the next morning, paige immediately shuts down any azzi thoughts from the previous day. she needs to focus on the game. it was the first of the season, and she eagerly wanted to make it a good one.
she brushes her teeth, washes her face, dresses herself, as dorka did the same.
âready for this, p?â dorka smiles, excitement buzzing off her tall frame.
âalways,â she matches her smile.
the two girls grab their bags and head down to the dining hall to grab some breakfast. nika, aubrey, jana, lou, carol and azzi were already seated and eating away.
paige prepares her meal before taking the spot besides jana, directly across from none other than azzi. they quickly lock eyes before looking away equally as quickly.
the team discusses plays they wanted to run in the upcoming game, all participating and giving suggestions. they soon finish eating before heading down to the gym for some smaller workouts, to get somewhat warmed up.
paige was still struggling to make her shots that sheâd normally be making. when azzi notices, she casually walks over.
âcan i suggest something?â azzi asks.
paige looks over at her, âhm?â
azzi strolls closer to the older girl, close enough to where paige felt her breath on
the back of her neck.
âwhat are you doing?â paige asks, breathlessly.
azzi places her hand on paigeâs, adjusting it to where she liked. she then moves her elbow, âfixing your form.â
once azzi was done, paige shoots the ball, and is surprised to see it actually go through the basket.
âthanks, i guess,â paige grins.
the two girls continue shooting, getting their reps in when the time came to begin actual warm ups.
the game was about to begin; paige, nika, aubrey, azzi and jana were the starting 5. azzi feels an intense amount of pressure to do well, since sheâs the only freshmen starting tonight.
the five girls huddle together, wide grins on their smiles, beyond ready to get this season going. paige speaks words of encouragement to her teammates as they all get into position.
uconn was up by 31 points, azzi having 19 while paige has 21.
paige runs the ball up the court, eyeing each teammate of hers. she passes the ball over to nika, who throws it over to azzi. she effortlessly makes the open 3, causing loud roars from the uconn student section.
the team was on a 9-0 run in the third quarter when paige sprints near half court and collides with a member from the other team.
azzi watches it happen and rushes over a little too quickly, for someone who claimed to hate her. azzi appears in front of the older girl, who was lying on the floor face up, and gently places her hands on her knees.
âare you okay?â azzi asks, worry laced in her tone.
paige was silent for a moment, still dazed by the impact. but when she glanced up at the brunette, a sense of calm quickly washed over her.
âyeah,â she answers, grabbing azziâs hands that were being held out to her.
their hands held onto one anotherâs a moment too long. their bodies were slightly touching; neither made any movements.
it wasnât until coach auriemma yelled at them did either of the girls make a move. paige was substituted for ashlynn to rest, and eventually, azzi was also subbed out for caroline to give other players a chance to play, as they were dominating the opposing team.
azzi settles down next to paige, the only spot open on the bench. their thighs were full on touching since the seats were so tight.
azzi rests her elbows on her knees before turning to paige, âyou sure youâre okay? that fall looked like it hurt.â
paige smiles at azziâs worry, âwhy? do you care or something?â she teases.
azziâs face lit up with red, âum, no. of course not.â
paige lets out a soft chuckle before playfully pushing the brunetteâs face, who who responds with a wide grin, dimples and all.
paige matches her smile with one of her own. god. she was otherworldly.
âyouâre so fucking pretty,â paige mumbles, barely audible for azzi to hear, while dropping her heads, wrapping her arms under.
âsorry, whatâd you say?â
ânothing,â paige replies, definitely not repeating her words.
the game ends, the teams high five one another before heading to the locker rooms.
âguys, since we played so well today, we should definitely celebrate,â jana suggests.
âwhat are you thinking?â nika asks, a smile tugging at her lips.
âtedâs, of course,â she laughs, âis everyone good with 7?â
each team member agree to meet at tedâs, the bar most uconn students attended, around 7. paige was buzzing at the idea of a dirty shirley temple, desperately needing one to get her mind off someone.
paige showered, applied light makeup, and picked out a comfortable but nice outfit.
around 6:55, paige leaves her apartment with dorka at her side, heading to tedâs.
the bar was absolutely packed with uconn students as well as the womenâs basketball team. nika was talking to the bartender, aubrey was laughing at something jana said, while azzi was throwing back a shot.
the air seemed to shift when paigeâs gaze lands on the young brunette. her heart instantly quickens as she took in her outfit. a light purple tank top that fit her in all the right places, paired with jean shorts that were doing wonders for her ass. her curls were down, slightly messy but in the most beautiful way possible.
making eye contact with paige causes azziâs breath to hitch. heat floods her cheeks as she remembers the moments between them from earlier today.
stepping closer to the bar, paige lowers herself into an open seat, directly across from azzi who was completely surrounded by teammates. dorka took the spot next to her while lou made herself over to the two girls.
âdorka! p!â lou greets them, clearly already drunk.
âhey lou lou,â dorka smiles at her friend.
paige waves over the bartender, âcan i please have a dirty shirley temple?â
the bartender nods, immediately reaching for a glass. paige was dying for a drink in her hand to take her mind off everything and everyone.
the shirley burns her throat as she took several gulps, downing nearly half the glass.
âcalm down there, p,â dorka laughs at paigeâs urgency to consume the drink as fast as possible.
âjust thirsty,â paige replies.
after finishing her second shirley temple is when she noticed a tall man talking to azzi. her azzi. her fists clench at her sides as she throws a glare their way.
the man then lowers himself into the open seat next to her while casually shifting close, making their faces mere inches apart. azzi fidgets with her fingers, suddenly nervous from the attention.
paige presses her lips in a line to hold back her growing anger that was screaming to come out. all she wanted to do was walk over there and take whatâs hers.
paige orders several more drinks, shots, whatever she could to hopefully get rid of the scene in front of her.
when a piece of azziâs hair falls in front of her face, the man reaches out and brushes it behind her ear. his hand lingers for a moment too long, only causing paige to become more aggravated.
azzi laughs at something he said and paige decides sheâs had enough. although she was completely aware she shouldnât be doing this, she was supposed to hate azzi, she couldnât help herself. she clutches her drink tightly in her grasp, a idea trickling in her head, and marches over there.
azzi almost instantly spots the blonde moving towards her at a rapid pace. her eyes widen when paige accidentally trips, spilling her drink all over the man.
satisfaction covered paigeâs features, proud of her doing.
âjesus fucking christ!â he yelps, quickly jumping up from his position next to azzi.
âi am so sorry,â paige pretends to be genuine and concerned, even though herself and azzi knew it was complete bullshit.
the man grabs napkins, desperately trying to pat himself down, but ultimately failing. he walks away without as much as a glance back at the curly brunette, who continues to remain silent.
âdid you seriously have to do that?â azzi questions paige, annoyance on her face.
âit was an accident, azzi,â paige sighs.
âsure it was,â azzi mutters as she grips her drink.
âit was,â paige replies defensively.
paige allows herself to sit where the man once was, feeling the air grow electric with the two being so close. azzi looks almost shaken by their close proximity, her eyes roaming paigeâs body.
âpaigey!â nika slurs, suddenly grabbing paigeâs shoulders.
paige turns to her friend who was beaming, âwhatâs up nik?â
âoh my goodness, you totally missed itâŠâ nika rants on and on about the hot bartender who was totally checking her out.
âiâll be back,â nika grins as she jogs off to talk with the bartender once again.
âat least sheâs getting some action,â azzi says, rolling her eyes.
âoh my god, i am so sorry i ruined the two minute conversation you had with some idiot. if youâre so interested in him, then be my guest; go find the fucker.â
âmaybe i will,â azzi bites out, getting up from her spot and taking off towards the crowd.
it shocks paige that azzi actually went through with it- disappoints her, too. did she genuinely like the guy?
regretting her words, paige follows azziâs trail, quickly catching up to the freshmen. she grabs her arm, making her twist around to face her.
âplease, wait,â paige slurs in her drunken state.
âwhat do you want?â azzi questions, desperate to know paigeâs intentions.
âyou,â paige whispers, so quietly azzi can barely make it out.
âspeak up, paige,â azzi replies, annoyed.
âplease donât go after him.â
azziâs eyes crinkle, âand why not? youâre not my keeper.â
paige rests her hands on either one of azziâs hips, uncontrollably pulling the younger girl closer.
âi know. i know,â she whispers, âjust stay. stay here with me.â
azzi was taken aback from paigeâs soft tone and sweet words. it was unlike paige to be like this to azzi, so azzi pieced together she must be drunk out of her mind.
âyouâre drunk, paige,â azzi says.
âiâm sober enough,â paigeâs lips turn up as she moves her hands to azziâs face.
with her face in her hands, paige rests her forehead against the curly brunetteâs, while her gaze drops down to her full, pink lips.
âwhat are you doing, paige?â
paige closes her eyes, not wanting to think about everything wrong with what she was doing and how itâd be like tomorrow.
âi donât know. fuck, i donât know. i just want to be close to you,â she whispers.
azzi gently places her hands on paigeâs waist, pulling the older girl impossibly closer.
âfuck, az,â paige mutters, âi canât stop thinking about you.â
paige was all azzi could hear, despite the loud crowd and blasting music around her. and her words meant everything.
âno matter how hard i try, youâre always there. you with your perfect curls and cute ass dimples,â paige smiles, twisting with a singular curl with her finger.
âoh yeah?â azzi matches the grin.
âyeah,â paige says, gaze focused on her lips.
right as paige leans in, azzi suddenly jerks back, her eyes wide with panic.
âp- paige, no. youâre drunk. youâll regret it tomorrow,â she stutters, frantically stepping out of paigeâs touch.
paige reaches out for azziâs frame, âno i wonât.â
practically tripping over herself, azzi rushes over to her previous seat with paige right on her heels. she grabs her belongings before giving a lone glance back at the blonde; she was breathing hard, hands slightly shaking, with a disappointed yet shameful expression on her face.
azzi turns away and is gone before paige had the time to blink.
âgod fucking dammit,â paige mutters to herself, ashamed of her actions that caused azzi to run off.
paige finds an open spot at the bar and orders yet another round of shots, not caring about the concerned looks she was receiving from her teammates.
paige swallows shot after shot, trying to drown her sorrows and any lingering thoughts of azzi. of course she had to ruin whatever was happening between them. of course.
âpaige, donât you think thatâs enough for tonight?â aubrey cautiously questions her friend.
paige drunkenly chuckles, ânot even close,â throwing back another burning shot.
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When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity | Jeongin
Jeongin x Gn!Reader
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Youâd never thought of yourself as âweak.â Sure, you were aware you werenât as tough or unshakeable as some others, but you knew you had your own strength, in your own way. So when Jeongin threw out that one, seemingly harmless comment â âYouâre a little fragile, huh?â â it cut deeper than you expected. It wasnât even the words so much as the way heâd said it, casually, almost dismissively, like it was something that didnât need much thought. Like he just assumed it was true.
You brushed it off at first, telling yourself it was just a passing comment. But as the days went by, the thought began to settle, slowly festering.
Maybe I am fragile, you thought bitterly. Maybe Iâm not enough.
That night, you found yourself in Jeonginâs apartment, doing your best to act normal. But deep down, there was a knot in your stomach. You were trying to smile, to laugh, but something felt off, like there was a weight holding you back from feeling fully present. It was as though everything you said or did was under a harsh spotlight.
Jeongin was always so unshaken, so composed in the face of stress. Whether he was handling work, navigating personal issues, or just being his usual easygoing self, he didnât seem to falter. His resilience was like armor, and you found yourself feeling smaller, somehow inadequate. How could you measure up to that?
It didnât take long before you started questioning yourself. Youâd catch yourself second-guessing your every reaction, wondering if you were being âtoo sensitiveâ or overreacting, fearing that any display of emotion or vulnerability would only confirm what Jeongin already seemed to think of you.
Jeongin was oblivious to all this, busy as he was with his own routines. When he noticed you acting a bit distant, he figured it was just stress or a bad week. But then, a few days later, he walked in on you talking to Minho. The two of you were laughing, and you looked more at ease than you had in days. Jeongin tried to brush off the feeling of unease that crept up on him, but he couldnât shake it. Seeing you with Minho brought on an unfamiliar pang of jealousy.
Later that night, unable to contain his own insecurity, he texted Minho, trying to keep it casual but unable to mask the edge in his words. âYou and Y/N seem close these days. Something I should know?â
Minhoâs reply was blunt, as usual. âWeâre friends. Iâve just been there for them. Youâd know that if you paid a little more attention.â
Jeongin frowned at his phone, Minhoâs response sinking in. The comment gnawed at him, making him wonder if heâd been missing something all along. The following day, he confronted Minho in the studio, unable to hold back.
âWhatâs going on with you and Y/N?â Jeonginâs voice came out a bit sharper than he intended.
Minho just sighed, his expression softening as he looked at Jeongin. âNothingâs going on,â he replied firmly. âY/Nâs been going through something, though. They feel like theyâre⊠I donât know, like theyâre too sensitive for you or something. They think you see them as weak.â
Jeonginâs face fell, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. âI⊠I never meant to make them feel that way.â
Minho nodded, watching the realization dawn on Jeonginâs face. âLook, I donât know what exactly happened, but you might want to talk to them. Theyâre really trying to toughen up, all because they think you need someone stronger.â
Jeongin could barely process Minhoâs words as he turned on his heel and hurried to find you.
When he finally sat down with you that night, he didnât waste any time. âY/N⊠have I made you feel like youâre not enough?â
The question caught you off guard, your heart pounding as you tried to brush it off. âItâs nothing, Jeongin. You didnât mean it like that.â
Jeonginâs hand reached for yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin. âNo, please,â he said softly. âI think I really messed up. Iâve been so busy, I didnât realize what my words were doing to you.â
You stayed quiet, swallowing hard as you tried to push down the knot in your throat. But Jeongin kept his gaze steady on you, his expression open and sincere. âYou donât have to pretend to be anything other than who you are for me,â he whispered, his voice thick with regret. âI didnât mean it the way you took it. When I said you were âfragileâ⊠I was just talking. I didnât think about how it would sound. I didnât realize it would make you feel like you needed to change for me.â
A tear slipped down your cheek, and Jeonginâs thumb brushed it away gently. His face softened, guilt evident in his eyes. âI know I made a stupid comment. I was careless. But I never, ever wanted you to feel like you werenât strong enough. Thatâs the last thing Iâd ever want.â
You felt the last bit of tension slowly fade as Jeonginâs words settled into your heart. His apology didnât erase the hurt, but there was something real, something healing, in his sincerity. He wasnât trying to fix you; he was trying to understand you.
His hand remained on yours, grounding you as he spoke. âI love you for exactly who you are,â he murmured, his voice breaking just a little. âNot because you fit some idea of what I need, but because youâre real, and youâre you. And Iâm sorry I made you feel like you needed to be someone else for me.â
Your heart softened, the hurt melting away as Jeonginâs words washed over you. He saw you, all of you, even the parts youâd tried to hide, and he was here, offering you the space to just be yourself.
A small smile tugged at your lips as you squeezed his hand. âThank you, Jeongin,â you whispered, your voice barely a breath, but the weight of your gratitude said everything you couldnât put into words.
In that moment, as you sat there together, you knew you didnât have to prove anything. Not to him, and not to yourself. And in that knowledge, you found a quiet, profound strength you hadnât known was there all along.
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Yandere! Mr. Scarletella:
Content: violence + stalking + voyerism + picture taking + masturbation + stealing + break of privacy + neutral reader + tampering with your food + noncon content + Stockholm syndrome. + mindbreak.
Summary: Human! Scarletella just wasn't able to stop himself from stalking falling in love with such an amazing person, God, he just loves stealing borrowing your stuff!
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Yandere! Scarletella who fell in love since the first time he saw you around university, always being around those other guys... But he knew he just had to wait, yeah, wait for the right moment to approach you.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps randomly appearing on your classes from time to time. Oh, he isn't even in your course, but taking a few extra classes or even skipping some of his is no issue for him.
Yandere! Scarlatella who makes sure to get close enough so he can steal a few things from you while in class, sometimes it's your old pencil, other times he just takes whatever has touched your hand that class. That includes waiting until the university is closing to take your thrown away coffe cup (it still has your salive, so he has definitely kissed you, right?).
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on appearing on your daily life, you try to act as if the constant encounters are just mere coincidences, not like he even tried to strike up a conversation with you, so there must be no danger, right?
Yandere! Scarlatella who sometimes follows you back to your doorm. He always makes sure to walk quite far away from you trying to avoid freaking you out as he knows it would affect your daily routine.
Yandere! Scarlatella who climbs up the tree just to be able to catch a glimpse of your face while you're sleeping. You look so beautiful with your lips sligthly parted! ⥠You don't know it, but he has found a way of opening your window while you're sleeping. When he feels extra bold, he lets himself run his fingers through your soft lips feeling your warm breath is just enough to get him hot and bothered âĄ.
Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to be feared by all your friends. They keep warning you about him, but it's not like you have any proof of what he's doing, such a shame :(( jk. He made sure to state his point, beating your poor friends to a pulp if he saw them getting a bit too close to you, he made sure to leave no visible marks, he doesn't want you worrying your pretty little head.
Yandere! Scarlatella who loses it after seeing that creepy long-haired guy far too close to you, if you wanted him to kidnap take you with him already you could've just said so dummy! Of course he wastes no time taking you from those filthy guys. You will be safe with him âĄ.
Yandere! Scarlatella who breaks your poor mind after being trapped several months. Maybe being taken care of isn't so bad, right?
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Yandere! Scarlatella who masturbates to your sleeping face, his tip being dangerously close to your lips. He can't stop imagining them surrounding his lenght...⥠He knows he has to keep patient but each day it becomes harder to act neutral.
Yandere! Scarlatella who takes photos of your clothed cunt for his collection. This collection includes many versions, from more tame ones (you smiling) to less... ethical ones (your sleeping face).
Yandere! Scarlatella who robs your underwear while you sleep. He just needs some... extra motivation. So he uses them, wrapping them around his cock as he keeps moving his hand up and down, making sure to stain your poor underwear with his sperm. He makes sure to clean them throughly before giving them back to you, although he sometimes wishes he could just cum inside the underwear you're currently using.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on putting his own fluids on the stuff he feeds you. Most days he keeps it tame, deciding to introduce a bit of his salive on your food/drink, but when you behave extremely bad, he uses his cum, mixing it with your food together with some aphrodisiac, just enough to make you lose a bit of your sanity from not being able to masturbate.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps cameras all around his house so he can see you from different angles (all make you look like an angel âĄ). He may or may not use those videos to masturbate, just maybe.
Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to use your mouth to release himself as a reward. You were just so eager to be touched! He just knew you were in love with him! It has definitely nothing to do with him being the only human contact for over six months! You let him use your mouth as he wants, forcing his cock into your throat, those sinful sounds filling his room as you try not to puke from his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Yandere! Scarlatella who slowly begins to mark your whole body as his. He started by marking your face with his cum, moving on to your mouth and then to your beautiful chest, the next step was of course cumming all over your low abdomen.
Yandere! Scarlatella who refuses to cum inside of you. He keeps controlling himself by saying that he wants to make sure both of you truly love each other... that's... well. Let's just say that he is just another level of delusion, but don't worry, he would never give up on his sweet and precious darling ⥠!
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Notable Titbits from the ever revealing Josh interview đ«
Caitriona gifted us with the doozy "Our Nanny" comment, but there was so much more gold to be unearthed. The interview was admittedly a bit of a jaw dropper.
One understated and easily missed nugget was the part where they were all discussing Richard's hidden talents. Cait chimed in and was being complementary about his skills and says "on the surface, you think there's not much going on, but then you dig down and you're like, Jesus." If you watch Sam's reaction carefully, you'll detect a hint of jealousy in his demeanour.
A particular favourite moment of mine was the Never have I Ever had a scene partner with bad breath moment. Whilst Ric and Sophie blathered on, Sam and Cait were locked in a fixated gaze for some time, communicating visually until Cait broke the ice and whispered, "Not you hun." She then proceeded to mutter something under her breath that she didn't want anyone to hear (very secretive behaviour for costars) while Sam continued to stare at her almost in a paralysed fashion. Eventually, Sam snapped out of his paralysis "we've come to terms with each other" is what he was able to muster while he unconsciously and instinctively touched hands with Cait
All that thinking time and all Caitriona could say was that "You have good personal hygiene." Wtf đ. But best of all was when Sam thought it would be a good idea to pull out of a bag, mini toothpaste, gum and mouthwash...."I've got to make sure I have good dental hygiene." Why would that be necessary, Sam,when you are no longer filming OL scenes? Oops, fucked up again đ€Ș. Please do yourselves a favour and go back and watch Cait uncomfortably shift in her seat.
But my absolute pick of the bunch was when Josh handed out the mean comments cards for them all to read and Freudiantly told them, " You're going to say them to your friends and family here." Yes, FAMILY! Oh boy, what a juicy slip of the tongue that was. Friends would have been sufficient, but the "and family" clearly pertained to the two family members in the cast. Thank you, captain Josh for putting that nail in the coffin đđ.
And then there was the body language that spoke for itself. I have nothing else to add your honour.
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